August 2, 2015
I’ve said this to myself time and time again: wait to put up the sails until you are far enough across the river that you know you can raise the sails, turn and then make it to the bay. Of course, I hardly ever listen to myself. Such was the case on Sunday. I made sure I was properly reefed, then took off across the river toward the Solomons side. I probably should have gone farther, but I always feel like I’m cheating if I use the engine that much.
I did make progress toward the bay, but also found that I was fighting the current and basically going back and forth across the river rather than heading out past Drum Point. At one point, I lowered the genoa, and used Hercules to move closer to Solomons, hoping to then deploy the genoa and make it past Drum Point. Well, by the time I shut off the engine, the wind died — and I mean died. I drifted and tried to find some wind, but also noticed another boat doing the same thing. Eventually, we both decided to call it a day.
It also occurred to me that rather than always trying to make it to the bay — regardless of how much fun that can be — that perhaps it really isn’t so bad to just go back and forth in the river. If it’s all about the journey rather than the destination, I guess the river can be just as good as the bay.
Point to ponder….