Surprise: Dammy’s Still Great, 2/5

This must be some sort of record . We’ve been sailing this lake fairly regularly for six weeks. There were people there today from all over: New Hampshire, New York City, Long Island, Rhode Island and a new lady sailor from Dexter. Tippy the stern steerer had a hard time with the combination of snow, strong wind and cast iron runners. To his credit, Ben brought her back in one piece. The pressure ridge at the south end of the narrows hasn’t changed much. The flag there is still good. Rest of the south end
hasn’t changed much. It was wonderful seeing the old grey ice again once the wind piped up and began to scour the plate.

Fred actually isn’t dragging his ass, rather he’s behind a snow drift. Even with temps in the low thirties the snow remained dry and it was great fun blasting through the drifts causing cascades of snow to curtain the bow.

Another wonderful phenomenon was yesterday’s runner tracks. We compressed a thin line of snow under the runners just tight enough so the the wind couldn’t quite get a hold of it. They now stand in bas-relief:

Below, those tracks are all proud of the surrounding snow:

We didn’t catch the name of this young pilot as he was off with his dad, Tim, in the side car, but he sets an Optimist rig and has a ball. He would have needed an Opti storm sail today.

Tomorrow looks like lots of sun, plenty of wind and a bit colder. Wednesday is snow, and the rain that was coming behind it is now predicted to be a drizzle. More snow next weekend. This could be it, really.

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2 Responses to Surprise: Dammy’s Still Great, 2/5

  1. Breck Holladay says:

    As the snow disappears, please keep watch for my Garmin GPS somewhere in the middle of great Bay.
    Thanks, Breck

  2. Ben Fuller says:

    Sailing TIPPY in a gusty breeze, blasting through drifts was a little out of control. Probably a lot like pedal down in an old race car, which she is, seventy plus years maybe?Those wide runners did send a shower of hard snow back into the skipper. And you can feel her slow down when you hit a hard patch, sometimes so much so in the lulls that you needed to get out and push. Still just shy of forty ain’t shabby, sometimes you are just along for the ride.

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