“Is that a J-24 there?” “I think its a J-32” “No, that’s a 24” “Yeah, Yeah” “They’ve got some good wind.” “Should we go after them?” “Yeah, but I want to get upwind of them and stay in that good wind.” “Definitely…do you think you can point above them.” “Are you kidding, these boards are toed in…we can get ’em” Continue reading Stoking Competitive Instincts
It’s always a lot of fun to get some new sailors into a boat and show them what it feels like to skim across the water with nothing but windpower. Stuart and Henry joined me for a couple hours in early Juneand they seemed to enjoy it. Continue reading Scow Impressions
It’s in their marrow. Sailors are sailors. So we always knew Maggie would get in a scow and not want to get out. The only surprise is that she hornswaggled most her family and a good friend into this escapade. Power of persuasion.
Maggie and her son Quinn joined Karen in the M16 “Chalupa” on May 18 for a waltz in gentle east winds that took them quickly down the boat channel and out into the Potomac. Up river they scooted with a good twist on the main. Quinn was plane spotting. WOOSH…”That was a Boeing!” ZOOM “There goes another.” He arranged the tiller extensions straight out, so they were like wings on the Chalupa. When you are on a smooth planing scow, there is an airborne quality. And certainly this evening, there was a lot to enjoy out on the river, especially for a young lad who never closes his eyes to wonder.
Jeremy, Evaline and I heeled up Whistlebritches and chased down the Chalupa. At between 12 and 17 degrees of heel, the waterline on a scow becomes a canoe and the boat settles into a dynamic harmony. Hard to comprehend all the forces at play as the wind stiffens the bilgeboard against the slot, and the scow begins to lean over. But the result is undeniable as we felt Whistlebritches skim over the water.
Maggie showed us some tactical tricks as we drew near, blocking our wind and heading us as we tried to overtake her. A savvy sailor, with a crew of co-conspirators. The sun was low as we headed in. Boats covered and put away by sunset. Perfect evening.
What an amazing warm march with lots of cherry blossoms and good times. Karen and Rob are such good mates…sailing zen to to the max.
Our nutty Aggie departed this life on Thursday January 12, 2012. She apparently died of a stroke at home on the settle where she slept. Aggie was a special girl who always seemed to leave an “impression” on those who knew her. If you would like to add a comment below, we will treasure it as we attempt to collect our memories of this sweet dog. We want to extend a special “thank you” to Angie and Mary of Capitol Critter Sitters, who found Aggie’s body and are always so incredibly thoughtful and kind. For that matter, we want to say “Thank You” to everyone who attempted to understand and comfort this curious little beast during her 11 years with us.
Much love, Karen and Stew
