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Dog Days of Summer
Nick / 82, 12 knots, Northeast
08/27/2013, Eastern Bay

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.

Sailing On Board Cordelia
Back On The Bay
Nick / 78, 12 knots
08/20/2013, West River, Chesapeake Bay

Enough people at the marina knew that we weren't going to be out there for a few weekends, so I wasn't worried about anything happening to Cordelia while we were gone. She would be well looked after. But at more than a week and a half - longer if don't count a quick motor around the West River after work - this was by far the longest we've been away. It's an understatement to say we were both pretty anxious to get back in our usual weekend routine on the Bay and the weather for Friday and Saturday looked pretty great.

We headed out Friday evening with Bailey in tow. It felt great to walk down the dock and see Cordelia still in the slip just like we left her. One of the most important things about your boat, I think, is being able to walk to the slip time after time and still think, "Wow, that's a pretty boat." That's what we thought when we first saw Cordelia and it's still true now.

Meredith took Bailey and our bags in the cabin to stow everything while I tackled the dinghy - which hadn't been used in a lot longer than two weeks... We took the dinghy over to say hello to Bob and Sandy who were sitting in their cockpit before we headed to Pirate's Cove for dinner, a couple drinks and dancing. The cool August weekend must have been the excuse everyone was looking for to take their boats out for the night because the West River had several larger power boats and a few more sailboats anchored out than usual.

On the way back to the dock after dinner, we watched the jellyfish spark past us. They don't make for very pleasant swimming, but they do make night rides home from Pirate's Cove more entertaining as the outboard stirs them up.

I took Bailey on a nice walk and Meredith and I went for a quick run through the neighborhood. Chalk Point has a abundance of wildlife. Every time we're out there we see geese, ducks, rabbits, an occasional deer, you name it. I guess people aren't the only ones who like the view.

It was a great feeling when we finally threw off the dock lines and motored out of the slip. The time off didn't seem to have done too much damage, other than the half knot of speed we lost from the bottom growth.

It took about a half dozen somewhat sloppy tacks before we were able to get into the Bay, with the winds coming from the East at about 12-14 knots. I also got too close to the wind twice causing us to heave-to before doing a tight little doughnut. So maybe the bottom growth wasn't the only thing suffering from lack of use...

Once we were in the Bay things improved greatly. Our speed picked up as some of the algae sloughed off and I found the groove. We made good speed almost the entire way to the Eastern Shore and had a perfect tack to zip around Bloody Point into Eastern Bay. The thought of heading over to St. Michaels sounded appealing, but with no dinghy the water taxi rides to walk Bailey didn't seem like the most fun idea - and the forecast rain Sunday didn't sound too great either. In the end, we decided another night at the dock would be the easiest.

About 2:00 the wind started to slowly fade away. Still coming from the East and us heading back West made the light winds even more of an issue. By 2:30 they weren't even strong enough to fill our jib. We could have headed more North to get a better tack and I even thought about fussing with the spinnaker - despite leaving the pole at the dock. In the end, about 2:30, we fired up the engine and motored back, passing several boats who were still holding out hope for more wind. We heard the wind did finally fill back in sometime between 4:00 and 5:00, but I was already on my second cocktail by then.

Back at the dock, I convinced Meredith we should take another dinghy ride to explore the nooks and crannies of the West and South Rivers - you know, things a sailboat with a 6'2" draft just doesn't let you do. Remember this...

The only real excitement for the evening was a dog overboard drill - luckily it wasn't Bailey, he's too big of a chicken to even think about jumping in the water. I heard a dog near the dinghy dock while I was in the cockpit reading a book. Sure enough, the hyperactive Chesapeake Bay Retriever (?) that was supposed to be on the boat that pulled out about 10 minutes before was swimming around the marina. She was drug up on the dock and relieved to no longer be swimming around, but very upset about being left. Within a few minutes, she was hopping back on her owners' boat. They thought she was down in the cabin and had been searching along the shoreline since discovering she had abandoned ship.

The more nights we log on Cordelia the more we're finding that sleeping-in on the boat, something that we couldn't do at first, is not a problem anymore. Meredith and I didn't get up until almost 9:00 on a rainy, sunless Sunday morning. We packed up and headed home, glad not to be sailing back from St. Michaels on a dreary day.

The cool spell this weekend was welcomed, but it did make me start thinking about fall (Comment from Meredith - a TV on the boat might be nice so we could watch college football.) and that we are now entering the twilight of boating season. I figure there are an easy two - maybe three - more months left of good sailing weather before it's time to put Cordelia in the yard for the winter. Hopefully the weather cooperates and we can make the most of the remaining weekends.

Sailing On Board Cordelia
Dry Docked
08/02/2013, Not on board Cordelia

Meredith and I are out of town visiting family this weekend. Then I leave for Taiwan for a week on Tuesday.

Both should be fun, but it means Cordelia is going to be lonely for a while. I hate leaving her unattended for more than week, let alone at least two and a half weeks.

Maybe we'll have to sandwich in a quick sunset cruise on Monday... Here's to hoping.

Maritime Musing
08/15/2013 | Bob
Hope you are enjoying Taiwan. One of my favorite places. Hope your mind is at ease about leaving Cordelia...we have all been checking on her and she is fine.
All About Tonight
Nick / 80, 14-16 knots, South
07/27/2013, Rhode River

Meredith and I woke up Saturday with pretty vague plans for the day other than sailing, spending the night on the boat and having BBQ chicken. A pretty laid back day and good continuation of her birthday weekend.

Our friends Dan and Tara were nice enough to watch Bailey for the night. After packing - and giving Bailey a bath - we dropped him off and headed out to the boat.

I've learned to pretty much ignore the weather forecasts because the weather in Galesville isn't the weather on the West River. The weather on the West River isn't the weather on the Bay. And, the weather on the Bay is rarely what they forecast it to be. We got to the slip and were greeted by a fresh southern breeze that built the whole way out of the river. By the time we were raising the sails, the wind was a nearly constant 16 knots. Meredith was a little nervous since we hadn't been on a good sail in a few weeks and we decided to put a reef in the main. There were boats out with all types of configurations ranging from full sails to jib alone, to several reef arrangements. Besides, it's easier to shake a reef out than put one in.

We made quick work of sailing north to the mouth of the Severn with the winds coming from our back quarter, as well as the waves. Once we got past Thomas Point - and the growing swells caused by the water going from 25 to 10 and back to 25 feet - I set the auto-pilot. It seems to steer downwind better than I do. Our speed was down to about 5 knots and I figured now would be a good time to take out the reef.

Meredith laid out while I watched a one-design race out in the Bay. A boat was on the same heading as us and appeared to be making up ground - which is the real reason I took out the reef. No need to get passed when you don't have to, right? Once we started going up into the Severn, our lack of plans had to come to an end. We toyed with the idea of staying in Annapolis then heading back Sunday morning, but getting under way early enough for a three hour sail before a 12:30 tee time didn't seem too appealing. We tacked back toward the West River. As we did, I saw that the boat behind us was Muse. Peter had told Meredith they planned on visiting Annapolis Saturday night. They tacked right behind us and I saw Judi taking a couple pictures of Cordelia under sail. I've been wanting a picture of us sailing. I grabbed Meredith iPhone and did the same for them, though their photos turned out MUCH better than mine.

The wind was still blowing pretty good and we had a nice sail back to the West River, even though we were beating into a pretty good chop. The seas got a little confused as we went over the end of Thomas Point shoal and Meredith gave me a heads up just in time to see a big spray douse the cockpit. Our speed started to really pick up as we headed into the West River. It's easy to tell when we break about 6.7 knots just by the sound of the water flowing past the transom. Get close to 7 and it sounds like the water passing under the hull has started to boil. I love it. Especially when we are on a nice reach, with balanced sails, a shoulder in the water. Cordelia roars along like a locomotive on the tracks.

We turned further off the wind until we were going into the Rhode wing-and-wing. We can't grill at the dock, so dropping anchor near the islands in the Rhode for the night seemed like a good compromise. We're still anchoring out and the wakeup call wouldn't be too early. Now that we've spent several nights on Cordelia, getting up with the sun isn't an issue anymore. Great for sleeping. Not so much for maximizing sailing time.

The weather, aside from a short-lived sprinkle, was perfect for lounging in the cockpit. We had a cocktail, some snacks and Meredith took a quick nap. I finally got around to hooking up the grill and making the BBQ chicken, which had been in the ice box covered with some marinade from The Shed in Ocean Springs, Miss. After dinner we straightened up, played cards (the ever-classy game of War) and called it a night.

The house battery cranked the engine on Sunday morning without too much protest, even after running the instruments, anchor light and stereo. Hopefully our battery issues were as simple as returning the "bad" one to West Marine.

Meredith motored us back to the slip, even though she did admit to wanting to head back into the Bay, and we loaded the car to head home.

Sailing On Board Cordelia
Whatever Floats Your (Sushi) Boat
07/25/2013, Deale, MD

I've complained about restaurants in Galesville and Deale before. Not about the food or the lack of options, but about their love for closing early. With the sun not setting until 8:30 and everyone taking full advantage of every second of daylight, I can't imagine how much how much business these places lose by locking the doors at 9:00. Luckily, there are a few places that don't shut their doors after the early-bird special.

Umai Sushi in Deale really is a hidden gem. They are open until 9:30 - only Happy Harbor might be open later - and before you think eating at a sushi restaurant in Deale strip mall is the fastest way to spend a night having your stomach pumped, think again. I'll admit I had my doubts at first, but I like Umai better than any sushi place I've been to in DC.

The weather was too nice not to sit outside, surrounded by the dozens of potted plants taking up at least six parking spots in the strip mall. My favorite part is that the plants are in five gallon soy sauce buckets. Five gallons of soy sauce, talk about some MSGs...

Any time we eat at an Asian restaurant, I let Meredith do the ordering. We started with the complimentary cream cheese wontons, followed by some hot gyoza and edamame. As for sushi, we had a tempura sweet potato roll, spider roll, oyster roll (an Umai specialty, I think), and some sort of spicy something or other.

The sweet potato tempura was amazing and the oyster roll didn't disappoint either time we've tried it. The ship was soon empty and the waitress was making fun of us for how fast we polished off our food, I think.

So, if you're in Deale looking for great service and good Japanese food, give Umai a try - regardless of the time of day.

Boat Drinks & Nautical Nosh
Stress Relief
Nick / 81, 12 knots, NNE
07/25/2013, West River

Boats are kind of like bipolar disorder. The highs are high and the lows are low. High or low, it's hard to think about anything else while you are on a boat.

The highs melt away whatever worries you might have and the lows are generally stressful enough to make you forget about whatever else might be going on because you can only focus on undoing whatever mess you are in at the moment - the weather is usually really bad right now, too, just for an added shot of stress.

So far, knock on wood, the highs have far outweighed a few very minor lows on Cordelia. And last night was no exception.

Meredith picked me up after work and we headed down the familiar route to the marina. Meredith usually gets in boat mode when we turn on the two-lane cut through to Chalk Point. It doesn't really hit me until I see the water. By the time we park at the marina, we are both relaxed and whatever was going on less than an hour before is a distant memory.

Last night the weather was perfect and we were even surprised with a nice cool breeze. I'd be lying if I said we didn't think about just sitting there at the dock - until at least Sunday. I think our blood pressures continue dropping as we walk down the dock and by the time we're actually on board it takes some motivation to get ready to cast off the lines and raise the sails. It had been more than a week since we left the slip so I knew we needed to knock off some of the slime that seems to be worse than usual this year. Everyone on the Bay has been complaining about abnormally quick growth and even baby barnacles, that are essentially little worms clinging to the hull. I'm glad I was blissfully ignorant of all this when I cleaned the bottom the other weekend.

The Wednesday night racers were just crossing the finish line, spinnakers flying, as we navigated around them. We only raised the jib since we weren't going to be out long. We moved along about 5 knots for about 45 minutes before Meredith took the wheel to complete a gybe and start heading us home.

The wind started to fizzle out as we approached the dock so I decided this would be a good time for Meredith to practice docking the boat - by practice, I mean try for the first time. The wind of course picked up right as we entered the fairway, but Meredith got us in the slip. We only lost a little bit of paint on the stern. Meredith decided docking might not be her cup of tea. Truth be told, I didn't feel too comfortable grabbing the lines and she's really good at it. So, responsibilities defined.

It was a great, relaxing evening and we're planning to get back out there on Saturday.

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