Thursday, August 21, 2014

Glory of Sea and Sky

As much as I enjoy activities in DC--this week: yoga class, gym, Shakespeare play--there is no comparison with a day on a boat in the visual sense.

I walk out of the house to fast-food trash on the sidewalk, broken car windows in the street, delivery trucks, street signs, homeless bodies on stoops of retail shops.

In contrast, last night at Galesville, where Pope races sailboats on Chesapeake Bay, I was treated to these glorious spectacles:







 
Maybe I should take up photography! In addition to guitar, harmonica, French, fitness, housework, theatre, museums, sewing, cooking, writing ..........

Copyright on all photos: Amber Jones, 2014. Cannot be reproduced without permission. To be published in my next coffee-table tome!

Monday, August 18, 2014

The Incredibly Boring Routiness of Life on Land

If I'm not sailing, how can I blog? Would you like to hear about our ongoing problems with Comcast (the cable company)? 

The discovery of a photo of my great-grandfather? 

My learning a second cajun song?

A thrill a minute. I know.

How about the giant 9-foot inflatable dinghy in the living room???!!!
(Sorry, we already deflated it before I got a picture...)

See, I knew it. It all comes back to sailing...sigh.... it's the perfect subject for a spicy tell-all. What can be more suspenseful (and amusing) for armchair travelers than an invasion of mayflies, a prop disabled by barnacles, or a heat exchanger so rusty that it fell off in Pope's hands?

You get to gloat and say, "See, we told you so. That's why we stay home and watch TV."

Of course, it's staying home and watching TV that caused the problem with Comcast in the first place.

See, I've come full circle with nothing new or interesting to say. I give up. Time to take myself off to bed.



Thursday, August 14, 2014

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Monday, August 11, 2014

Home Again, After 3,300 Miles "At Sea"



Echo II is home at last as of August 11, 2014: Holiday Hill Marina on the Rhode River in Edgewater, Maryland, from which she sailed on October 24, 2013. Boat and crew completed a journey of approximately 3,300 miles despite weather, breakdowns, mishaps, insects, and just plain old-fashioned toil, as recounted during the foregoing months in this blog. We were indeed "at sea" a lot of the time!


The last few yards to our home marina!

Let's unload this baby quickly, and get home to a hot shower!

At the marina dock to unload endless stuff; then we tied her up to a mooring ball out in the harbor, Echo II's new home; came to shore by dinghy, deflated the dinghy and brought it and the outboard home in the back seat of the car

We made it--round-trip to the Exumas! And survived. Where's the next adventure? Pope is inviting people to cruise on a river barge in France---with him serving as captain!!

Leave the Light On For Us

If anyone were going to get seasick on Chesapeake Bay, it could very well be in these conditions: sails full, heeling the boat on its side, while plowing through chop at a different angle, sending the bow up and down, up and down, so that the boat gives a liitle "twist" coming down off each wave. A roly-poly motion we experienced crossing stretches of ocean between islands in tbe Bahamas.
No problem for us here. We are in familiar waters, in our own bay, having plied them many times in the old Pearson, its outboard lifting out of the water on big waves, prop spinning futilely (a good way to burn out an engine). 

Now we motor-sail with an inboard Universal diesel, the kind long-distance truckers run for 30 or 40 hours hauling tons of freight. Ours in 16 horsepower--slow, but plenty of power for our 30-foot boat.
View from the helm, spinnaker and main sails up with engine assist due to low wind

After a winter of discontent--well, at least tribulations and uncertainty--my spirit lifts to be close to home, all systems working properly, in waters Pope knows like the back of his hand (though who really studies the back of their hand???). In addition to excursions on the Pearson, for years Pope  has raced schooners, sloops, and trimarans up and down the bay.

In our current boat, Echo II, we compromised narrow hull and sleek shape built for speed for a broader beam, less heeling, and more comfortable living conditions. We putter confidently past Cove Point, Chesapeake Beach, Herring Bay--en route to the mooring ball reserved at Holiday Hill Marina in Edgewater, MD, which we departed last October.
Natural gas offloading plant at Cove Point

Home stretch. I am grinning from ear to ear.


Division of Labor

Captain:

Emergency management aupervisor

Chief helmsman (on the wheel, checking the chart, steering the boat, scanning for obstacles)


Primary navigator and course plotter

Sail manager and tactician (furl, unfurl, untangle, trim, adjust)


Sail mender

Amateur diesel mechanic and fully competent outboard mechanic

Electrician

Leak stopper and one-man general maintenance and repair crew

Muscleman and beast of burden

Updater of Captain's Log (Star Date.....)
 
Optimist

Messer-upper

Calmer-downer
 
First mate:
 
Backup helmsman and navigator
 

Anchorwoman

Dockhand and lines manager (they are NOT ropes, they are LINES, reminds the captain)



Galley slave (grocery shopping, meal planner, cook, can opener, server, busboy)

On-shore provisioner, activities director, tour guide, and social chairman

On-board bartender, musician, and general entertainer

Accountanti

Housekeeper and on-board organizer, frequently employing expertise in finding things

Decorator


Master blogger


Captain's companion


Worrier

Cleaner-upper

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Eye Candy

Visual poetry.
Pope LOVES his new spinnaker! While I shooed and scrubbed inside and out, trying to clear out the plague of mayflies, Pope flew his colorful "kite."
As I've said before, my experience is that  there is not much "leisure" time while operating a boat; it is hard work. However, sometimes there are stretches of easy sailing--no weather, no traffic, no challenges. So Pope played and I scrubbed, for hours, on a calm Chesapeake Bay.
Wait a minute!! How did I get the short end of that stick??!! Pope is a pretty tricky dude!

Bu the way, the swishing and squishing and scouring partially worked; this morning there are only a hundred or so healthy adult insects left on our cabin ceiling and walls. I haven't ventured outside to take inventory there; I am writing this from inside the sanctuary of my mosquito tent.
I have internet on my iPhone because we are anchored offshore Solomon's Island, a popular sailing center only a couple of sailing days from home. (Two hours by car, if anyone wants to join us for the rest of the trip.)

Our old friends on S/V Pearl are staying here the rest of the summer.

I mixed up the usual Dark 'n' Stormies and Gayleen cooked up an appetizer of cream cheese, wasabi, and sesame seeds. As pleasing to the eye as to the palate.