The Fog Log 2017

AHOY Intrepid READERS

I went sailing which included some camping, which means friends and beaches and dinners, and this time it meant a hearty dose of that Maine Classic-- da FOG!  BWAAAAAAAAA

Blow 'em horns if you got 'em.

BWWWAAAAAAAA

Cap'n Jon sails into the first beach WITH NEW HEADSAIL!
He fast now! Check out that fast bowwave, it serious!

ROMANTIC BEACH TIMES
we hold hands and tell stories and call each other "CHAP"

I had to swear that I wasn't going to post this picture. The Commodore in his "new" tent! 
Tres Chic! "Hey! You kids!"
I will save you the trouble, you can see the difference between his new tent and his old tent here!
No more fenders... I guess? And blue.

With Chef Juan absent, Chef Jon has to make us Montreal Rub Steak Tips
on the aforementioned ROMANTIC BEACH.
MEEEAAAATTT

The last we see of a good friend for many days...

A taste of what is to come.  It seemed dramatic and cool at the moment.

The fog rolls in from the south.  The Commodore inspects this beach as I walk the meadows.
Many invasive plants- like decorative prickers that will soon making walking this meadow
impossibly annoying.

Light winds, a little sun, we make quick for our next island camping desination.

The south facing beach generated enough head to keep us in an island of sun in an ocean of fog.
We dried our sleeping gear, which was a good idea.

In the evening, the fog rolled in and wiped our sunny sanctuary into oblivion.

Rowing to Brooklin we watch islands materialize out of the mists
and disappear again off our sterns.

HERE WE RUN INTO SOMEONE FAMOUS.  We chat about the fog and continue on.

The fog makes the 21st century a mirage in our memories.
For a moment we enter the portals of time and see the world as it was.

Sausage Brian gets a dose of mist mixed with his cup of rowing.

This is a good time to contemplate mortality, philosophy, and the point of it all.
We row endlessly into the fog.
Solitary points in our own small universes.

Night time fog! Everything is wet and cold and clammy.
Can't wait to crawl into that sleeping bag!
I do say, CHAP! That fog is sure a good diversion! 

I have NOT taken up tennis...

...But there are DARK TRUTHS that must be confronted, and tales to tell. I have lost my story-telling MoJo so for now these stories ride and sail with me.

Commodore Hazard enjoys the deep pleasures in his mug

SMALL REACH REGATTA 2016!

After a year of self-imposed exile, Sea Pearl SCOUT and Cap'n Callsign sail in hard and fast to Brooklin, Maine for another exciting...

SMALL REACH REGATTA

THE ONE

THE ONLY

Hark! The skies open with glorious sounds of boats, small boats, fun boats, sail boats and rowboats!

MRS MUMBLES came too, which was nice.  So dependable, this MRS MUMBLES.

DAY minus-ONE

DAY ONE

Cap'n Jon sets up the bling on INDIGO while Chef Juan duckpunts by in
world-famous SAISON DuPUNT!

Cap'n The Angry-Teuton sails by with his not-so-angry wife in D'COCONUT,
a take-apart CLC Passagemaker. First build, beautiful build. I hope they build more!
Note Duckpunt HALF-TIDE! Ooooohh, how many duckpunts are here?

SO much awesome going on in this most awesome picture

MAINE LIFE

THREE! COUNT 'EM! THREE DUCKPUNTS!
(Notice that Commodore Hazard is regretting his initial resistance to building such craft,
"Golly Gosh Darn It! He is saying to himself as we leave him behind.)

YOU GUESSED RIGHT INTREPID READER!
"ThRRee! ThRRee duckpunts! AH AH AH AH" 

The three duckpunts on expedition!
MRS MUMBLES, HALF-TIDE, and SAISON DuPUNT
Love it! YES!
(Selfie by Cap'n Jon)

 
DAY TWO

Pete Culler designed Kingston Lobster Boat

VIKINGS ARE NEVER LOST

Yet again, the Caledonia Yawls are the fastest boats, along with the Sea Pearls and Coquinas.
NEDD LUDD, MABU (cheating with staysail), and MOLLY a Paul LaBrie peapod which
was quite speedy with the new rig.  Good sailing!

Melonseed RIVUS, one of the most beautiful executions. Also, quite speedy.

YES! FUNKY-FUNK ANDREW returns to GIS Amateur Style!
This year, sporting sporty topsail! What a lady-killer this boat is!

SAUSAGE BRIAN how we missed thee dear pork loving friend!
How my heart pitters and patters at
the splitter spatter of your sausages
frying off the transom,
I smell the fat from here
and swoon in your arms,
revive me with fermented malts.


(how awkward!)

Cap'n Jon and INDIGO sails to the thunderheads
looking for adventure
and safe harbor
wing and wing

Dragging the leg so we can catch up and talk and...
...WOAH! LOVELY WIFE SIGHTING IN THE BOW!
A rare moment for GIS Amateur Style! She is an elusive creature,
often not seen in such an alien environment.

 DAY THREE

I awake in SCOUT to a world surrounded by fog and deep thoughts
I love sleeping in my boat.

Later...

Cap'n Jon decided to take over Half-Tide Rock in the harbor.  The other duckpunts follow his lead.
We quickly colonize the rock and declare ownership, kick out the natives, and impose taxes
on any new settlers. 

Funky-Funk Andrew rows quickly in and takes the Half-Tide rock back for England,
For Queen, For Glory,For Empire, etc etc etc
and then he promptly gets attacked by...

...The native bloodthirsty barnacles who are completely opposed to autocratic English rule.
(remember SRR 2014?)

Chef Juan examines the wound and declares it fetid. We fetch for leaches and rum.

Funky-Funk Andrew decides HE TOO needs a duckpunt while Commodore Hazard avoids
the local taxes and stays offshore in SLIFPER

OH NO, a Coquina battle row-off!

John Gardner 16' Swampscott Dory

DAY FOUR

I had to leave a day early, so there was a day four and five, but I wasn't present.

Just imagine.

Sun and sand and sea and stars. And lobster.

Must've been nice!