Re: Sunset over Humber Bay
She's a poet :)
Bill H.
Bill H.
> We took _Shrike_ out for a sail on Sunday, and the weather wasus
> perfect: sunny, with about fifteen knots of wind, and sailboats
> everywhere, including two large three-masted schooners full of
> sightseers and a gorgeous 50-foot canoe-sterned cutter that passed
> about fifty yards or so abeam. With the tiller comb engaged and theAfter
> sails trimmed for good helm balance, _Shrike_ essentially sails
> herself upwind, and we schooned off on a long starboard tack to the
> southwest, past downtown and off toward the middle of the lake.
> about ten miles or so, the tack fitting for the jib downhaul brokedown
> free -- apparently, the batch of epoxy that I used to fasten it
> didn't cure completely. So we dropped the jib, turned around, andfitting. I
> headed home at a dead run.
>
> Last night, I went back to the club to fix the broken tack
> think I've found something more fun than building boats: fussingover
> them while lying to a mooring. Working out on the lake is so muchmore
> pleasant than the workshop; it's almost like combining buildingwith
> sailing. The weather last night was just as beautiful as it hadbeen
> on Sunday, and while it's a shame that I couldn't be out sailing,it
> was quite pleasant to sit on my foredeck with a chisel, scrapingthe
> goop off the bow. Fortunately, I had thought to add a stern mooringdoubles as
> cleat (and _Shrike_ is a double-ender), as the tack fitting
> a guide for the mooring or anchor line when mooring by the bow.sunset
>
> I finished the repair shortly after sunset. The wind outside the
> breakwall had built to about 20 knots or so, and the red of the
> was still reflecting off the cloud bottoms toward Oakville. Istood on
> the deck, amidships, and was suddenly transported back twentyyears to
> the evenings I spent sailing J/24s in Erie, remembering the feel ofLakes. I
> the cool wind on my body, and the light of the fading twilight, and
> the roll of the waves, and the smell of evening on the Great
> had come home again.
>
> --
> Susan Davis <futabachan@y...>
Bruce Hallman:
so there aren't any action photos just yet. Expect that to change
after Kingston, and possibly after this weekend if we make it to the
Gloucester Schooner Festival.
--
Susan Davis <futabachan@...>
> [T]hat doesn't let you of the hook to show us some photos too.Every time she's been under way so far, I've been aboard at the helm,
so there aren't any action photos just yet. Expect that to change
after Kingston, and possibly after this weekend if we make it to the
Gloucester Schooner Festival.
--
Susan Davis <futabachan@...>
> Susan, You painted a picture and a visceral feeling that I could feelDitto from me. <smile> Though that doesn't let you of the hook to
> deep in my chest.
show us some photos too.
Susan, You painted a picture and a visceral feeling that I could feel
deep in my chest. Those words transported me to my warm time long ago on
my John B.
You write smooth, like a long time sailor talks. Thanks.
On Tue, 30 Aug 2005 22:44:55 -0000 "Susan Davis" <futabachan@...>
writes:
We took _Shrike_ out for a sail on Sunday, and the weather was
perfect: sunny, with about fifteen knots of wind, and sailboats
everywhere, including two large three-masted schooners full of
sightseers and a gorgeous 50-foot canoe-sterned cutter that passed us
about fifty yards or so abeam. With the tiller comb engaged and the
sails trimmed for good helm balance, _Shrike_ essentially sails
herself upwind, and we schooned off on a long starboard tack to the
southwest, past downtown and off toward the middle of the lake. After
about ten miles or so, the tack fitting for the jib downhaul broke
free -- apparently, the batch of epoxy that I used to fasten it down
didn't cure completely. So we dropped the jib, turned around, and
headed home at a dead run.
Last night, I went back to the club to fix the broken tack fitting. I
think I've found something more fun than building boats: fussing over
them while lying to a mooring. Working out on the lake is so much more
pleasant than the workshop; it's almost like combining building with
sailing. The weather last night was just as beautiful as it had been
on Sunday, and while it's a shame that I couldn't be out sailing, it
was quite pleasant to sit on my foredeck with a chisel, scraping the
goop off the bow. Fortunately, I had thought to add a stern mooring
cleat (and _Shrike_ is a double-ender), as the tack fitting doubles as
a guide for the mooring or anchor line when mooring by the bow.
I finished the repair shortly after sunset. The wind outside the
breakwall had built to about 20 knots or so, and the red of the sunset
was still reflecting off the cloud bottoms toward Oakville. I stood on
the deck, amidships, and was suddenly transported back twenty years to
the evenings I spent sailing J/24s in Erie, remembering the feel of
the cool wind on my body, and the light of the fading twilight, and
the roll of the waves, and the smell of evening on the Great Lakes. I
had come home again.
--
Susan Davis <futabachan@...>
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deep in my chest. Those words transported me to my warm time long ago on
my John B.
You write smooth, like a long time sailor talks. Thanks.
On Tue, 30 Aug 2005 22:44:55 -0000 "Susan Davis" <futabachan@...>
writes:
We took _Shrike_ out for a sail on Sunday, and the weather was
perfect: sunny, with about fifteen knots of wind, and sailboats
everywhere, including two large three-masted schooners full of
sightseers and a gorgeous 50-foot canoe-sterned cutter that passed us
about fifty yards or so abeam. With the tiller comb engaged and the
sails trimmed for good helm balance, _Shrike_ essentially sails
herself upwind, and we schooned off on a long starboard tack to the
southwest, past downtown and off toward the middle of the lake. After
about ten miles or so, the tack fitting for the jib downhaul broke
free -- apparently, the batch of epoxy that I used to fasten it down
didn't cure completely. So we dropped the jib, turned around, and
headed home at a dead run.
Last night, I went back to the club to fix the broken tack fitting. I
think I've found something more fun than building boats: fussing over
them while lying to a mooring. Working out on the lake is so much more
pleasant than the workshop; it's almost like combining building with
sailing. The weather last night was just as beautiful as it had been
on Sunday, and while it's a shame that I couldn't be out sailing, it
was quite pleasant to sit on my foredeck with a chisel, scraping the
goop off the bow. Fortunately, I had thought to add a stern mooring
cleat (and _Shrike_ is a double-ender), as the tack fitting doubles as
a guide for the mooring or anchor line when mooring by the bow.
I finished the repair shortly after sunset. The wind outside the
breakwall had built to about 20 knots or so, and the red of the sunset
was still reflecting off the cloud bottoms toward Oakville. I stood on
the deck, amidships, and was suddenly transported back twenty years to
the evenings I spent sailing J/24s in Erie, remembering the feel of
the cool wind on my body, and the light of the fading twilight, and
the roll of the waves, and the smell of evening on the Great Lakes. I
had come home again.
--
Susan Davis <futabachan@...>
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We took _Shrike_ out for a sail on Sunday, and the weather was
perfect: sunny, with about fifteen knots of wind, and sailboats
everywhere, including two large three-masted schooners full of
sightseers and a gorgeous 50-foot canoe-sterned cutter that passed us
about fifty yards or so abeam. With the tiller comb engaged and the
sails trimmed for good helm balance, _Shrike_ essentially sails
herself upwind, and we schooned off on a long starboard tack to the
southwest, past downtown and off toward the middle of the lake. After
about ten miles or so, the tack fitting for the jib downhaul broke
free -- apparently, the batch of epoxy that I used to fasten it down
didn't cure completely. So we dropped the jib, turned around, and
headed home at a dead run.
Last night, I went back to the club to fix the broken tack fitting. I
think I've found something more fun than building boats: fussing over
them while lying to a mooring. Working out on the lake is so much more
pleasant than the workshop; it's almost like combining building with
sailing. The weather last night was just as beautiful as it had been
on Sunday, and while it's a shame that I couldn't be out sailing, it
was quite pleasant to sit on my foredeck with a chisel, scraping the
goop off the bow. Fortunately, I had thought to add a stern mooring
cleat (and _Shrike_ is a double-ender), as the tack fitting doubles as
a guide for the mooring or anchor line when mooring by the bow.
I finished the repair shortly after sunset. The wind outside the
breakwall had built to about 20 knots or so, and the red of the sunset
was still reflecting off the cloud bottoms toward Oakville. I stood on
the deck, amidships, and was suddenly transported back twenty years to
the evenings I spent sailing J/24s in Erie, remembering the feel of
the cool wind on my body, and the light of the fading twilight, and
the roll of the waves, and the smell of evening on the Great Lakes. I
had come home again.
--
Susan Davis <futabachan@...>
perfect: sunny, with about fifteen knots of wind, and sailboats
everywhere, including two large three-masted schooners full of
sightseers and a gorgeous 50-foot canoe-sterned cutter that passed us
about fifty yards or so abeam. With the tiller comb engaged and the
sails trimmed for good helm balance, _Shrike_ essentially sails
herself upwind, and we schooned off on a long starboard tack to the
southwest, past downtown and off toward the middle of the lake. After
about ten miles or so, the tack fitting for the jib downhaul broke
free -- apparently, the batch of epoxy that I used to fasten it down
didn't cure completely. So we dropped the jib, turned around, and
headed home at a dead run.
Last night, I went back to the club to fix the broken tack fitting. I
think I've found something more fun than building boats: fussing over
them while lying to a mooring. Working out on the lake is so much more
pleasant than the workshop; it's almost like combining building with
sailing. The weather last night was just as beautiful as it had been
on Sunday, and while it's a shame that I couldn't be out sailing, it
was quite pleasant to sit on my foredeck with a chisel, scraping the
goop off the bow. Fortunately, I had thought to add a stern mooring
cleat (and _Shrike_ is a double-ender), as the tack fitting doubles as
a guide for the mooring or anchor line when mooring by the bow.
I finished the repair shortly after sunset. The wind outside the
breakwall had built to about 20 knots or so, and the red of the sunset
was still reflecting off the cloud bottoms toward Oakville. I stood on
the deck, amidships, and was suddenly transported back twenty years to
the evenings I spent sailing J/24s in Erie, remembering the feel of
the cool wind on my body, and the light of the fading twilight, and
the roll of the waves, and the smell of evening on the Great Lakes. I
had come home again.
--
Susan Davis <futabachan@...>