Lee is teaching us weather, at the Mystic Seaport. Tomorrow we will deal with the 500 mb level. I have been waiting for this for a long time. I just finished my assigned reading. It does not matter is terms of the material I am learning, however Lee is teaching Heavy weather avoidance, whereas my intention is to use what I learn to help set up for speed, much like the boats trying to set records do.
We were also treated to a show at the Planetarium.
Friday evening was my 45th class re-union. I attended St. George’s School. Suddenly I wonder where the time went. It is the second re-union I have ever attended and I never really took the time to look back. Amazingly I was able to recognize everyone and recall their names. I had a very nice time listening to the life story of those I was able to speak with. As you all know everyone has a story.
This evening was made possible by Jim Gubelmann, classmate, shipmate, friend. who with his wife hosted a dinner for us at his house. I call Jimmy “The glue that binds” He always finds a way to bring people together.
The re-union continues this weekend, however, this was my only event, I am shortly off to attend Lee Chesneau’s weather course. I have been waiting for several years for him to give this course in my area.
Emerging from a winter that I personally found hard, despite the fact I have lived through worse. Winter ended with what seemed to be endless rain, here in the northeast. Anyone who has followed the news has seen the damage too much rain can reek. Like the flowers, we turn our faces to the sun anxious to absorb her glorious rays.
The rivers in Rhode Island, attracted early industry as they provided power and transportation proved to be the undoing of so many people living near them.
Spring seems to be about three weeks “early”in stark contrast to last year when we seemed to abruptly have gone from winter the summer, leaving spring out of the equation. I am already wondering if this mild spring will lead to warmer water leading into the fall and therefore the possibility of a hurricane. We have dodged this manifestation of nature in recent history, only adding to the potential probability.
I took the photo of the waterspout off the coast of Corsica in September 2001. I had gone to Porto Cervo to race on Columbia the twelve meter. we rarely got off the dock as one Mistral after another kept us ashore.
This was during 9/11. which delayed racing further, not that anyone was focused on sailing with such an event.
We were to be in Monaco for another regatta. The weather continued to delay our departure. Finally, it was leave or miss the regatta. The weather had abated a little. Valiant left before us, reporting big seas in the Straits of Bonifacio; losing her mast shortly thereafter.
We left, cautiously, once in the lee of Corsica, we felt somewhat relived. I took this photo of the water spout from the deck of Columbia; and very pleased to have taken it. Many years ago, while racing on Charisma off Palma di Majorca we started a race amidst more than twenty spouts all around us. It was a spectacular sight. I was never able to take a photograph then, I was otherwise occupied, and had been waiting for another opportunity.