011-Ruts on Halfmoon Bay

I love the name, Halfmoon Bay, it’s so romantic sounding. But this bay on the Hudson is also referred to as Haverstraw, the nearby town, which sounds so pedestrian. But everyone’s boat is floated a bit differently. I like traveling; sailing the wind, navigating, and watching the shore slide by. Lucy likes quiet moments at the end of the day and shore excursions exploring “ruts.” A “trigger” word for Lucy’s infatuation with wagon wheel ruts during the western migration. Brian is activities based; he likes experiences like riding jet skis, snorkeling, driving the tender, sailing under full sailing with lots of wind. Like anything else, it’s always compromises for the family who’s boat floats. Brian got his moment at anchor on Halfmoon Bay where he swung on the halyard, paddled his paddle board, swam, drove the tender fast, and even dropped a fishing line over the side. We ended the day playing board games after one of Lucy’s Meals-On-Boats (MOB). As we headed off to our cabins for the night, Brian said “this was a great day, thanks dad.” Brian ended my day by floating my boat!

Brian swings on the spinnaker halyard.

He had to paddle to keep up with the boat at anchor, there was a significant river current.

Brian swinging off the halyard into the water with style.

Lucy and Brian take a shower in the rain

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032 - Bugs in the Middle of the Lake. Really?

Yup, bugs in the middle of the lake. Why the not the shoreline? How do the bugs get to the middle of the lake? Did they fly out here and if so for what, to find a boat? Or do they breed out there and if so, why don’t the fish eat the larvae or the insects themselves? It’s one of those questions in life that probably has an answer but it’s just to fun to be outraged over the unexpected. It all made me laugh at the “Breaking Bad” episode on “the fly” where he destroyed the lab for one fly. We didn’t destroy the boat, but then we had more than one as are documented in the photos above. We found out after the fact that the FAA had radar blips for the billions of mayflies that hatched while we were on lake. I believe it. I’d never seen anything like it. So thick we had to wash the deck of the dead and their green goo. It had a nauseating stench with it too. But it was just the beginning. We were inundated o...

049 - Currents

I admit the picture doesn’t show much, but this was 5.5kts underneath Peace Bridge near Port Huron. We were doing 1/2kt against the current. People on the shore were walking faster than us. It was impressive. I’m glad to be on Lake Huron where there are no currents. The lake does slosh around with wind but I can handle that, I really don’t want to fight 5.5kts of current again, it was taking the boat and tossing it all around like a cork. I was working the tiller harder than in a following sea. You can see a bit of an eddy in the lower right but you’ll have to trust me on this one. The dramatized blurry picture below shows the turbulence and terror of the experience. It also captures the Loch Huron monster in the middle left – it’s unexplained what that silver hump is. Yikes!

051 - Med Style Anchoring – It’s so European

It’s complicated but it really lets you pack them in. Having done it now 3 times now, I hope I’m done with it. For us it’s complicated by the tender hanging off the stern and our stern anchor rode being 300 ft long in the bottom of a lazarette under a pile of other items. All the rode has to come out into the cockpit for attaching to a tree on the shore. It makes for a messy operation. Let’s see if I can explain. To anchor med style, you have to be able to backup well, which being a sailboat puts us at a distinct disadvantage (can you hear me saying powerboat would be better here too, but I won’t say it). You also ignore the winds as you will back into a parking spot between other boats anchoring the same way. You “simply” pick a spot, throw out the bow anchor in front of it, back into the slot and tie a rope to something substantial on the shore, and put out bumpers for your neighbors. That’s all you have to do. So we pick...

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