Dog Days of Summer
27 August 2013 | Eastern Bay
Nick / 82, 12 knots, Northeast
It’s hard to believe it’s August. A month usually accompanied with single digit winds, triple digit heat indexes and humidity levels that makes going outside feel like snuggling up in a sauna. I’m sure that saying this will guarantee a typical August weekend forecast for Labor Day, when Meredith and I are planning to spend several nights anchored out on the Bay holds true, but the past few weekends have been nearly perfect.
We had dinner reservations Saturday night in DC with our friends Dan and Tara but figured a nice day of sailing would be the perfect way to pregame for a night of Thai food and drinking. It was also a good chance to go over some sailing basics since the four of us are going to the BVIs over Thanksgiving for a bareboat charter.
The forecasted wind was light, but Dan and Ame said they had a great sail down from Annapolis that morning. So, Chick Fil A in hand, we headed out and found northeast winds at a pretty steady 12 knots. After a little engine hiccup, we had the sails up and were cutting through the Bay’s short chop, happily eating chicken nuggets.
On the engine… It stalled out when we pulled the throttle all the way back while still in gear. It’s done this once before while pulling into our slip, but never in neutral. I think it’s just a throttle cable adjustment issue, hopefully.
It was another great sail, and we weren’t the only ones enjoying it. I’m not sure I’ve seen so many boats on the West River this season. Lots of big cabin-cruisers were stirring up the waves and even raising our sails involved avoiding several sailboats either sailing or motoring into the Bay. But looking north to the Bay Bridge, the Severn looked like 395 during rush hour.
We sailed over to Bloody Point Light and past the green 1 inside Eastern Bay before gybing back out. Since we weren’t in any hurry and all enjoying the sail, I was fine with the about a knot of speed we were losing by pinching so tight into the wind. We were able to almost get high enough to avoid tacking, but in the end, had to tack back out for a few minutes to clear the shoal at the mouth of the West. We winged it down the river toward Galesville, only firing up the engine around green 3.
As always, it was a great way to spend a Saturday and Meredith and I are looking forward to getting back out there this weekend to see where the wind blows us.