the Chesapeake Bay Wayfarer
Cruise 2007 getting to Crisfield Tuesday 29 May - 1 photos mostly by Alan Asselstine and Uncle Al ... |
By 0800 Tuesday morning we
were
ready to roll, first to breakfast at our preferred local
greasy spoon, and then on south for three hours or so to Crisfield where Dick was expecting us by noon-ish. (l to r) Roger, Tony, Mary, Richard, Alan, André, Hans ... |
One more group shot as Al
traded places with Alan, before the ... ... |
... convoy took off to
breakfast
at ... ... |
... Billie's which not
only boasts a
nice unhealthy but tasty breakfast but also ... ... |
... ample room to park our
flotilla. ... |
We had barely hit the
highway
when we met our only delay as construction was being done on the bridge over the Chesapeake-Delaware Canal. ... |
In an attempt to get
traffic
moving, Al stepped out and lit up. But even that did not
work. Still, we only had to wait about 15 minutes, and made it to Crisfield before 1300 hrs. ... |
The
launch ramp being across
Somers Cove from the marina, each two-person team split
up: one sailing
the boat
across the cove, the other ferrying car and trailer to
the Somers Cove
Marina parking lot.
With wind dead astern, Uncle Al (above) chose to
sail Hans' beloved Nutshell
over under jib alone.
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to see full-size pic
... |
Al had almost reached the
other
side when word came across the water that André and Roger
needed
our help. ... |
So, Dick, Tony and Al
all
turned back immediately, Al (above)
using this opportunity to see if he could
sail upwind under jib alone.
Provided he kept his speed up, the board fully down, and
the jib not
cranked in too hard, Al found The
Nutshell well up to the challenge of beating
under jib alone,
something worth knowing for who knows what emergencies.
... |
Upon getting back to the
launch
area, we learned that Team Girard had evidently not seen
the launch
ramps here, and been under the mistaken impression that
they needed to
drive back down the road to the Coastguard launch area
next door. Early
in this little jaunt, their mast met overhead wires
which ripped off
their forestay and wire jib halyard and brought the mast
crashing down.
"I specialize in communications wires," was André's
reaction, I
believe. Fortunately the mast was bent but not kinked
and could thus be
straightened and re-used, and Roger and André did not
have to
cancel their cruise as they had at first been sure would
be the case. I
believe the guys supported the mast on a couple of our
trailers with
the worst of the bend in a gap of about ten feet between
the supports.
Then repeated judicious bounces of body weight at the
point of maximum
bend slowly reduce the bend, is the way I saw George
Blanchard do this.
By the time I got there, the mast had been rendered
functional once
more, though a picture just past half-way down the Watts Island page shows W3098
at anchor with
a mast that still could use more bend reduction.
... |
We soon had rope
replacements
installed for ... ... |
... both the forestay and
the ... ... |
... jib halyard, and made
attempt #2 to ... ... |
... get underway. Tony and
... ... |
... Dick Harrington (above) zipped
across Somers Cove
once more without incident under ... ... |
... full sail. Al followed
more
sedately under jib alone. |