what a weekend: split town thursday morning for bayfield. on the boat about 3:30 with absolutely no wind. motored out to stockton island, where we docked (hooray for late-season!) and ate... and drank an entire bottle of lagavulin. whoops! thankfully the low wind meant little rocking through the night, which can lead to a perilous awakening once your stomach has done three or four dozen somersaults.
friday morning was a bit of a bust, as far as sailing was concerned. motored around in this 36 ft. C&C at an utterly goofy pace of 3.5 knots/hr. threw up our sails occasionally, only to have a weak wind dissipate into dead air, watching the water lose its ripple and feel the sun reflecting back at you. we made our way out towards the perimeter islands, skipping from gust to gust via "iron breeze," until finally (and i think it awoke me from a nap or something) we had the 10-15 mph winds we were waiting for. we headed out around devils island on some nice, slanted tacks, watching self-loading freighters reveal their hulls from below the horizon. made what was possibly the best meal i've ever made and finished the case of, um, MGD we had on board. a beer run would be imminent.
saturday, well, there was wind. and we went downwind for the first time. really fast. like with a handkerchief sized piece of sail. 3 ft. chop going up and down for hours. not the crashing over the bow i've experienced before, but a rocking that i felt for two days after i got off the boat.
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