With another warm weekend day
― again supposed to reach almost 80° ― I had
to take Chip Ahoy out for a sail. As with yesterday, there was very
little wind; still to 5 mph from the NE forecast to shift later to the
SE but not increase by much if any.
When the launch dropped me off aboard, the sail boat
that's been moored nearby since Hurricane Irene was still there, but had
makeshift cribboards installed. (The companionway had been wide open.)
The sea was virtually flat, but there was enough breeze to sail, if
slowly. The horizon was hazy, there wasn't much boat traffic at all.
I saw a strange boat as I ghosted along, a combination of power and
apparently sail; a mast, roller furler, and rigging. It blasted by, did
a couple donuts behind me then blasted away. What a strange hybrid.
As I approached Misery Island fog it was apparent that was rolling in
― nearby Bakers Island
wasn't visible. As I slowly approached it moved in, so I decided to come
about and head back toward the harbor. By the time I'd picked up Chip
Ahoy's mooring the fog had stopped spreading once inside Salem Sound. (Sep.