"Summer has come and passed....."
-Green Day
But, autumn has been pretty damn awesome.
Actually, the whole season , from beginning to end, has been great, meteorologically and oceanographically speaking.
After two reallydamncold winters with 95%+ ice cover on the Lakes, the water level has been high all season.
At least 2 feet higher than 2012/2013.
Usually, the water level is highest in the late spring early summer, as snow melt and spring rains swell tributaries and upper Lakes- this year, weirdly, the water level in July was higher than June:
... And pretty much stayed there through the middle of September, before gradually starting to fall.
As an added bonus, the summer was relatively dry- enough rain to keep farmers happy, enough sun to keep beachgoers happy, and enough wind to keep sailors happy...mostly.
The sunsets were absofreakinlutely spectacular.
As the season slowly faded, I discovered that the sunrises were pretty damn amazing too, even if the fact that I was observing them meant that endofseason was looming:
In September I FINALLY accomplished a task that had been out of my reach for two seasons.
(No, it wasn't "writing another blog post", Smartass Reader.)
When Good Old Boat slated my account of our acquisition of Karma, Tim, the Managing Editor, requested some high resolution photos of Karma under sail. clicking through the hundreds of pics on my computer, I realized I had NO high res photos of us under full sail. There were lots of pics of us loafing along with the genny fully bagged out, there were low-res pics of us with both main and genoa looking full, fat and sassy...
But no magazine-worthy, high-resolution, mainsail-and-foresail-as-Neptune-intended pics of Karma in full double-stitched Dacron splendour.
So, the only pics in my international magazine debut article... are of Karma sailing half-assed.
Sigh.
Yeah, shut up- even I can see the symbolism.
Anyfail, September saw Jack and Hilary step up and catch some full sail sunset shots. Thanks, guys!
Speaking of full sails and Hilary, he started flying his assymetrical spinnaker this year, making him easy to spot on the lake:
"What of Whiskeyjack?" the faithful hordes ask. "Have you forsaken the ass which formerly bore you?"
Nay, my friends, and I report that Whiskeyjack is in good hands.
Phil has been sailing her ass off, on her ear, grinning ear to ear:
She's still in the water, still on the dock, and due for haul out the same day as Karma, November 5th.
Frank and Lorraine and Keara are also wringing the last few sailing days out of the season as well:
By the last half of October the Dock was looking sparse:
Sunday, SWMBO's boat Ereni came out of the water;
By Tuesday, there were three- Karma, Keara, and Whiskeyjack.
Sigh.
Hurricane Patricia's walk of shame across North America forced us to move to the relative safety of virtually empty Dock Five to ride out the 50 knot gusts and 2 metre waves. That's us, below, on the dock closest to shore. The sunsets suck, but it sure is calm in there.
The water level is up about 2 feet in 12 hours.
We seldom see waves rolling deep enough, and strong enough, to make the dinghy dock hump.
No shame here about leaving the dock- there were four freighters hunkered as deep in the Bay as their draft would allow.
Tomorrow the three boats leave the Marina for the season and start a new tradition- we move to the dinghy dock for the night, roll out the jack-o-lanterns and candy for intrepid trick or treaters, and enjoy one last night on the water. Then it's under the bridge to the yard to wait for haulout.
Then, six long months on the dirt begin.
Sigh.
Thanks for checking in, and please remember to "Talk the dock!"
