For those of you with a valid passport and a hankering for ice, the forecast for Ste. Aurelie is looking very hopeful. We’ve had quite a few early season sails in this delightful small village just across the border. The pension with the lousy food and wonderful hosts is still open. Stand by for updates, but meanwhile, be ready to roll.
Forgot to point out that just to add a bit of drama to the excitement of the first regatta, Onkomojarvi is right at the Russian border. Not only that, but there is a peninsula on the east side of the lake that is within Russian territory.
One would like to report that this would allow the Russian DNer’s to easily participate, but…
Or should we say it in Finnish, Ensimmäinen! Via Swedish DNer Dideric Van Riemsdijk, here’s a look at the first runners on the ice at the first regatta of the season, DN Finland’s Week 46. They are just above the Arctic Circle at Onkamojärvi, Finland. Who will be the FIRST in North America?
John Eastman, age 62, died last week of natural causes. Jory wrote this nice poem for him. In addition to that, it will be remembered that John was willing to help anyone do anything at any time. We will not soon forget what an excellent parking supervisor he was. He took many a new sailor for their first sail in the Gambit, exiting the boat at speed once the newbie was comfortable with the helm. Below, Lloyd, John and Jory on Lake Chickawaukee.
At our local dump, we meet our friends
catch up on news, even make amends
So a week ago, in a morning fine
on John’s tailgate, we took our time
our talk turned soon to his many woes
and he shared how his health was running low
his depressions now had a tighter hold
and I was tempted again, by rescue bold
but many years had left a trace
of the need we have to guard our space.
I was fooled again by the disease he had
those impulsive moods, both good and bad
once we’d sailed his schooner to Isle au Haut
and returning encountered a wicked blow
to my sailor’s eye, t’was a normal sort
we reefed her down, and gained the port
but fear had challenged his fragile mind
and he slipped into a judging bind:
our age-old habit of praise and blame
and for a year or so, I shunned his name
now his shambled house, out-buildings packed
of half-done projects, never hacked
so Lloyd and I rolled up our sleeves
we’d pick up pieces on aged knees
after many calls to machines that talk
and to his spooky land, we’d dared to walk
we came again, to a peaceful space:
John lived and died in a chaotic place
only our minds, saw a state to fix
we could honor John, and still say nix
life’s perfect way would find its path
and we could peacefully delight and laugh
So we came again, to our many tales
he’d brought adventures, amazing sails
he’d tried our patience, that is true
yet we thanked our stars, for this man we knew
on our meeting day, John gained the ER’s lot
and skilled hands stuggled against his plot
but in the quiet of the dawn so sweet
John joined the mystery we all will meet
But, before we go completely to ice, here’s a wonderful video about the history of Loring Air Base, just about the best landsailing venue anywhere.
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It was made just last winter and for those of us who have been spending time there it is very touching.
Ok, landsailing season is over. Time for ice. Peter Boynton sent this reminder of our incredible run of black ice on Pushaw early last season.
More than one sailor came for the day and stayed for the week. Be ready. Traditionally Plymouth Pond is ready the first weekend in December, but it has been earlier.
Chickawaukie Ice Boat Club 