Re: Memorable Tales (was Where is Hull No on Cal 28 - And Is This A Coil, or What? See) [Chris]

Chris observed: “You don't lean back in the chair of a winter evening and tell the story of the beam reach in a 15-knot breeze with sun and 75° temperature.” Funny, but that’s exactly what I do. I love to tell people about one of my favorite sails of all time. It was early November, a time when most boats around the head of the Bay have been hauled for the winter. It was one of those last-gasp warm, calm, sunny days of fall, and my wife and I went for a day sail with our son (for a med school break), her niece Ann, and Ann’s two daughters, age about 4 and 6. Bebe and Ann and the older daughter were up on the bow in the favored lounging spot. Alex and the younger great-niece were down below in the cabin. I was sitting in a t-shirt, sitting on the coaming of the cockpit, looking at the fiery colors of the leaves on the shore about a mile to the northeast, lit up by the low sun so that they glowed in the hazy afternoon. A faint zephyr came up, not enough to disturb the glassy water, but enough to make Pentaquod glide effortlessly forward, giving off that magical, musical sound of a rippling bow wave in the quiet. And through this peaceful golden moment came the sound of laughter from both the bow and below. At peace by myself in the cockpit, surrounded on our sailboat by beauty and the ones I love most dearly, what moment could be more memorable than that? That moment has warmed me on many a winter’s evening since…. Alfred Poor 1969 Cal 29 #132, “Pentaquod”

Absolutely, Al – And for met it was the gorgeous day three weeks ago tomorrow on the Bay. Thanks again. Also, if you can send me some pics of the “Catalina Smile” when you get Pentaquod hauled for the winter, I think I’ve figured out how to fix the problem. Thanks once more for that terrific morning sail and for the comradeship and general good time. \Rog _____ From: Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com [mailto:Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com] On Behalf Of Alfred Poor Sent: Saturday, October 28, 2006 10:07 AM To: Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com Subject: [Cal_Boats] Re: Memorable Tales (was Where is Hull No on Cal 28 - And Is This A Coil, or What? See) [Chris] Chris observed: “You don't lean back in the chair of a winter evening and tell the story of the beam reach in a 15-knot breeze with sun and 75° temperature.” Funny, but that’s exactly what I do. I love to tell people about one of my favorite sails of all time. It was early November, a time when most boats around the head of the Bay have been hauled for the winter. It was one of those last-gasp warm, calm, sunny days of fall, and my wife and I went for a day sail with our son (for a med school break), her niece Ann, and Ann’s two daughters, age about 4 and 6. Bebe and Ann and the older daughter were up on the bow in the favored lounging spot. Alex and the younger great-niece were down below in the cabin. I was sitting in a t-shirt, sitting on the coaming of the cockpit, looking at the fiery colors of the leaves on the shore about a mile to the northeast, lit up by the low sun so that they glowed in the hazy afternoon. A faint zephyr came up, not enough to disturb the glassy water, but enough to make Pentaquod glide effortlessly forward, giving off that magical, musical sound of a rippling bow wave in the quiet. And through this peaceful golden moment came the sound of laughter from both the bow and below. At peace by myself in the cockpit, surrounded on our sailboat by beauty and the ones I love most dearly, what moment could be more memorable than that? That moment has warmed me on many a winter’s evening since…. Alfred Poor 1969 Cal 29 #132, “Pentaquod”

Alfred Poor wrote: > > It was early November, a time when most boats around the head of the > Bay have been hauled for the winter. It was one of those last-gasp > warm, calm, sunny days of fall, > Al: If I were sailing in November, it would be memorable and merit re-telling. If I were sailing in November and the winds were gentle, it would be especially memorable. If I were sailing in November and it were warm with gentle breezes, it would merit re-telling for many years. I went out for a paddle in the kayak yesterday and observed two boats left on moorings--one owned by the guy who hauls my boat, and the other by his employee. There were a few others inside the marina, where things are protected. The wind was blowing hard from the W so I stayed in the lee of shore. Nobody was out sailing, likely because with the wind so hard it would have been very, very cold. Chris Campbell