Sunday, August 2, 2009

Set Up



Today was unpacking and putting the boat together. George had brought the box down from Portland yesterday, but after arriving here at 8:00 p.m. I just didn't have any energy to get down to the boat yard. This morning found the breeze already about 20 knts at 7:00 a.m. There was a multi-class regatta on the water today so we weren't allowed to use the beach or rigging area. None-the-less, Will Logan and I pulled our boats from their crates and proceeded to assemble them out of sight of Marilyn Hodson, the regatta director, aka Boat Yard Nazi (actually she was very accommodating, with the explanation that since she told others they couldn't rig in the boat yard today she had to have us toe the same line.)

At any rate, as the morning turned to afternoon, Will and I finished the assembly process and we moved the boats across the park to store them with those of the other mothies. Chris and Mark were doing some carbon work; others were fiddling with bits. Only Amac got on the water (launching from a ramp that required a hundred yard sail straight up wind, short tacking between rock walls to get out the main channel.) The breeze was pretty strong all day (it appeared 15-25 from the shore.) Here's the gauge readings from Stevenson.



Maybe my small size sail will get some use after all! Below are some head shots I took today. More faces tomorrow, when we all should get on the river.









Enjoy The Talking Heads.




Take me to the river, by Al Green (1974)

I don’t know why I love her like I do
All the changes you put me through
Take my money, my cigarettes
I haven’t seen the worst of it yet
I wanna know that you’ll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river, drop me in the water
Take me to the river, dip me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down

I don’t know why you treat me so bad
Think of all the things we could have had
Love is an ocean that I can’t forget
My sweet sixteen I would never regret

I wanna know that you’ll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river, drop me in the water
Push me in the river, dip me in the water
Washing me down, washing me

Hug me, squeeze me, love me, tease me
Till I can’t, till I can’t, till I can’t take no more of it
Take me to the water, drop me in the river
Push me in the water, drop me in the river
Washing me down, washing me down

I don’t know why I love you like I do
All the troubles you put me through
Sixteen candles there on my wall
And here am I the biggest fool of them all

I wanna know that you’ll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river and drop me in the water
Dip me in the river, drop me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down.
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1 comment:

Emo said...

Wow. That's quite the collection of mugshots Joe.

Will's expression looks like he's just gotten away with something rather deviant... you might want to check your boats over very carefully tomorrow, knowing that he's around!! :P

Really wish that I could've been there... but it was either the trip, or the new boat that gets sent on Friday. Plus, I'm currently down in the AMC tow tank in Tasmania running a foil up and down at 10 knots trying to induce ventilation. Riveting stuff.

Best of luck Joe. The fate of DIY moth building rests on your shoulders!