It ain’t pretty, but it’ll get ‘er done, as Dave says.
Up close, there’s a thin layer of fresh snow in places but the sun will be working hard on that all day. Will be interesting to see how it turns out by morning.
Sunday morning might be pretty good as well, given the cold temps forecast for Saturday night. Bring a tooth brush just in case! Kelly’s has rooms. Set up at 9:00 or earlier, Kelly’s Landing, Greenville Junction.
I have just received a call from Bill, and the report is that there is ice. With Bill’s experience, and measurements of the ice condition we are scheduling the Maine State Championship for Saturday. Bill has checked the North and South end, and the ice in Greenville is the best. It is even forecast to be a bit colder tonight and tomorrow so that is a good thing. Bill said the ice surface seems to be much as it was on Lake Memphremagog a few weeks back. Most everyone was sailing well with plates, and I sailed with angles on the third day and those worked quite well. We think that racers should attempt to arrive at or before 0900 so we will have the best chance to get er done.
Dave US4690
There has been some interest in holding a regatta on Moosehead Lake this Saturday. The forecast trend isn’t perfect, but it might be good enough depending on what the structure of the surface is now. We are sending a scout first thing tomorrow morning to evaluate. If it’s halfway decent then the temps in the high twenties Friday night will be cold enough. If there’s too much moisture in there, then probably not. Wind forecast is excellent, so even if it goes soft we’ll fly.
Stand by for a report by 11:00am
I was wrong earlier with my rabbit-out-of-a-hat magic metaphor. This was sound science, not magic or a stroke of luck. It’s the result of watching countless weather forecasts, trying to average them out, and getting solid intel from on the ice observations. Nice job Denis!
That last post went out without the picture, and the name of the lake is Lac St. Francois, in Lambton.
Guess that tune:
Everybody’s talkin at me, I don’t hear a word they’re saying, only the echoes of the ice.
People stop and starin, I can’t see their faces, just the shadow of the ice.
I’m going where the sun keep shinin, through the blowing snow. Going north where the weather suits my clothes.
Peeling off with the ice cold wind,
Sailin on a winter breeze,
Skippin over the frozen lake
like a leaf.
Everybody’s talkin at me, I don’t hear a word they’re sayin, just the echos of the ice. No, I won’t leave my iceboat
behind.
