Join Date: Mar 2006
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I don't know why this hasn't gotten more of a response but I suspect it has to do with trying to recover from a lost week due to digging out. At any rate here is my belated submission.
Labor Day weekend we joined several other boats from our marina in Deltaville for a cruise down to Mobjack Bay, continuing the next day day to York River Yacht Haven before turning to head back north. The day of departure winds were out of the NW and had been blowing 20 knots or better for a few days so there was a typical Chesapeake Chop and we'd be sailing a deep reach to DDW. Several boats opted to remain at the dock but 6 more intrepid crews headed out, many, like ourselves, running near hull speed under headsail alone, for a rather "animated" ride. We ran along making good time down the western shore past Wolf Trap and finally down to New Point Comfort where we turned west to a nice beam reach then motoring the last few miles as the winds abandoned us. After an enjoyable night on the hook we awoke to a dead calm and forecast for fluky winds out of the south, right on the nose. We motored on down to the York River to our reserved slip at York River Yacht Haven, where we enjoyed a swim in the pool and shared libations with friends prior to a wonderful meal and comraderie with the rest of our group.
The next morning was one of those days you don't forget. The winds were a steady 18 knots from the E/NE as we exited YRYH and set sail on a port tack, sailing straight out of the York River and keeping out heading until about mid bay before tacking to starboard to head towards home. That was the only tack we made that day. The wind hardly varied for many hours as we sailed on a close reach, again past Wolf Trap, again at hull speed or slightly less, relaxing in the cockpit, reading, enjoying snacks and generally just relaxing. We had considered finding a cove and anchoring out again, but with a forecast of rain the following day, decided to press on. As we neared home, the winds began to clock as if we commanded the shift and we headed up the Rappahannock. The shift allowing us to sail all the way up to the No. 1 mark at the entrance to our creek, sailing on starboard the entire way with just the one tack early in the morning. It was a great ending to a great long weekend trip.
s/v Palmetto Moon
1991 Catalina 36
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