The gales of an isolated spring

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The thought of riding out another southerly gale in the middle of Knock Down Alley between Dutch Island and Jamestown felt like a long growling sigh, grrr-argh!

But Sunday was the quintessential Narragansett sailing day, 15 to 20 with gusts to 25 from the south-south-east.

So, before the wind really kicked up I (James) hauled 200 ft of chain back aboard S/V S.N Cetacea, hauled the mainsail aloft and set the Staysail and Yankee. Away we flew at 5.5 knots, off the wind and against the 1.4 knot current!

All sails aloft

We figured since we were in no hurry to get out into the cold angry ocean and get our asses handed to us post haste, we’d take advantage of the promised perfect sailing Sunday. Why not head downwind, back to the sheltered cove behind Goddard State Park in the lee of a forest with the hook down to wait out the next soaking southerly gale?

And we figured correctly. The sailing was incredible!

By the time we got under the Jamestown bridge, the first reef was down (for the first time on our new Bacon Mainsail) and the boat settled right into her 4.5 knots. The reefs need some tweaking and the new process for doing the job quickly needs to be practiced, but the internal reefing system we built last week works very well. It’s smooth and easy to lock down which is everything we need it to be.

Salty Dawg

S/V S.N. Cetacea is a sailing vessel through and through! She digs into the water and gets stronger as the wind increases and we did this, Dena and I. It’s an incredible feeling to take an abused and under-used sailing rig and dial it in to near perfection.

Completely in her world

The weather didn’t stay mild for long, being as though it’s that kind of spring. The weather system heading our way today is almost as severe as the one that sent us to the dock last week (was that last week? time is strange right now…) but we’re more comfortable being at anchor at the park than when we were across the channel next to the mooring field.

Rather than use minimum safe scope in order to be close to the dinghy dock, we parked her a little farther away but in a place with a ton of room. In the chart image below, the boat is the red arrow and the yellow circles with anchors are marks we made when we anchored.

So here we sit in another sheltered cove at 15:1, all by ourselves, warm and cozy with the fire blazing in another New England galeā€¦

In Somnium.

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One comment

  1. I’ve been thinking about how you are way more prepared for isolation than most doomsday bunker dudes. Most importantly, all the ways you are self-sufficient, how little you need to touch the world if you really don’t want to.

    A self-contained bubble on the Earth, suited up for solitude. It’s not a challenge to stay 6′ from others on the daily.

    Aside from the setting you are accustomed to streches of time together alone. Your world is complete with one anothers’ company.

    I hope you can stay peaceful in the storms, Captains.

    You both look hale and hearty, its a joy to see your faces. Those teeth are looking good, James! And the boat is magnificent. The pride in your tandem labor and complimentary cleverness makes me proud to know you.

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