Fan-friggin-tastic delivery
Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 10:41 pm
I had to get the boat out of Branford. Enough, already. Weather forecasts be damned.
No, really. Damn the weather forecasts! Worthless! Pissy rain and light air predicted. I sit here with a zinger of a sun and windburn. At least the winds were with us. All 20+ knots of it.
It was a glorious downhill ride. GPS hovered in the high 6s and occasionally tried to fool me with low 7s. The noise of the dinghy under tow was remarkable. At least a half-dozen times I looked over my shoulder thinking "what jackass powerboat is coming up for such a close pass?", only to see the dink pointing its nose to the sky.
Early clouds and drizzle kept most folks at home, I guess. Very few other boats out and about. We crossed behind this beauty wishboned Crocker cutter in a lighter moment.
Sweet eyecandy.
The entrance to Clinton harbor is a bit unnerving. The outer channel is maybe 50' wide, and splits to the two inner channels after a pair of river stakes that CANNOT be more than 20' apart, followed by a hard turn to port to stay off the sand. There is a 100+foot Broward that somehow manages this maneuver, so they must know something I don't. A depthsounder is no replacement for Local Knowlege, but it's better than nothing.
Tied up, cleaned up, a bottle of Ommegang uncorked for good measure, we met a few new dockneighbors and called it a day. The walk up the dock took about as much time as the ride home. Never even made it into 3rd gear. That's going to take some getting-used-to, but I suppose I'll adjust. Eventually. =D
No, really. Damn the weather forecasts! Worthless! Pissy rain and light air predicted. I sit here with a zinger of a sun and windburn. At least the winds were with us. All 20+ knots of it.
It was a glorious downhill ride. GPS hovered in the high 6s and occasionally tried to fool me with low 7s. The noise of the dinghy under tow was remarkable. At least a half-dozen times I looked over my shoulder thinking "what jackass powerboat is coming up for such a close pass?", only to see the dink pointing its nose to the sky.
Early clouds and drizzle kept most folks at home, I guess. Very few other boats out and about. We crossed behind this beauty wishboned Crocker cutter in a lighter moment.
Sweet eyecandy.
The entrance to Clinton harbor is a bit unnerving. The outer channel is maybe 50' wide, and splits to the two inner channels after a pair of river stakes that CANNOT be more than 20' apart, followed by a hard turn to port to stay off the sand. There is a 100+foot Broward that somehow manages this maneuver, so they must know something I don't. A depthsounder is no replacement for Local Knowlege, but it's better than nothing.
Tied up, cleaned up, a bottle of Ommegang uncorked for good measure, we met a few new dockneighbors and called it a day. The walk up the dock took about as much time as the ride home. Never even made it into 3rd gear. That's going to take some getting-used-to, but I suppose I'll adjust. Eventually. =D