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Sail Training for Big Kids


Good morning everyone. We are anchored here in Pretty Marsh Harbor for the first time this year. I can hear the laughter of folks on deck from our little cabin in the fo’c’s’l. One of the things I love about this anchorage is that the stately old spruce that stand sentinel over this harbor toss the sounds back and forth across the harbor to each other. All night I could hear loons yodeling and calling in the stillness.

We have finished Day 2 of this Wooden Boat course. We picnicked in a nearby cove at days end. We have had two great days of learning without a whole lot of wind but just enough to give us a feel for tacking without too much stress. The navigators are putting together the pieces of the speed. distance, time calculations and course plotting. Steering by compass is not as easy as it looks. Tacking topsails is an exercise in timing and teamwork. The bow watch is keeping a watchful eye on the many lobster boats that keep crossing under our bow. This morning several folks were wandering the decks early studying their pinrail diagrams. Thankfully there are only 47 lines to memorize. It will all come to a head on Friday when the “crew” has the chance to take the reins and guide us back to Camden.

Have a great day. Be well. Do good.

Photo of Tom by Jessica with Tom's camera. See... it pays to bring your camera. And your sister in law!

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Anonymous said…
Thank you to everyone that was on the Mary Day during the wooden boat school week. I truly enjoyed spending my vacation week with you and have booked another cruise at the end of this season. I hope to see some of you again in the future on the Mary Day!

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