Welcome 2014

There’s a saying that goes “You can’t change the wind, you can however adjust your sails.”
The circa 1969 photograph above was taken of Mahdee when she was Privateer, cruised and raced by the David Allen family. They’re doing a lovely job of changing the foresail to the gollywobbler to capture more wind.

During 2013, David and I were able to spend some great time coast-wise sailing in late winter from San Francisco to San Diego, visiting the Channel Islands and then returning in summer to the Bay area. We also ventured up into the California Delta in late summer, where we enjoyed almost four months of idyllic anchorages and sloughs where we worked on boat projects while we watched mink, ducks, otters, cranes, egrets, and treasured the peaceful sloughs filled with life all around us.

2013 was a year of both exciting ocean sailing and wonderful calm anchorages. I am reminded of Howard Bloomfield’s observation that “Cruising has two pleasures. One is to go out in wider waters from a sheltered place. The other is to go into a sheltered place from wider waters.”

We are looking forward to an adventure filled year of sailing in 2014.

Happy New Year to all,
Brenda and David (and ship’s cat Beryl)
Schooner Mahdee

Photo by Diane Beeston, courtesy of the San Francisco Yacht Club. All rights reserved.

On The Georgiana

This is an interesting and peaceful place to be. We have Mahdee tied into her spot 6-ways-to-Sunday. Well, two anchors and four lines to shore (to four different trees, two of those…big trees!). Our GPS shows us moving, oh….maybe a foot! David is teasing me about our situation but I like it alot. The brow/swim platform is down, Tinker in the slough and we can enjoy swimming, rowing, or if we feel like it take out the canoe. So far we’ve been empathetic to Beryl’s desire to keep the canoe on deck where she can sit under the shade of it and enjoy watching everything around without a creature knowing she’s there.

Our new spot for now:

We’re quite close to Walnut Grove, so on Thursday afternoon I rowed us up to the town center for a late lunch. Well, it turned into an early dinner instead. I thought it would take maybe 30 minutes when we left in the late afternoon. However, I’d forgotten about that little thing called “currents” which always flow downstream in the Georgiana and the winds were pretty strong blowing, strangely enough downstream as well. I managed to get a blister on my palm from rowing hard for the mile and a half to our destination in town. And even so, it took us an hour to get there. All I could think was “so nice it will be on the way home! I’ll drift!” David enjoys my rowing. I enjoy my rowing, usually, but this was a little much.

On the edge of town, there’s a lovely little floating home that I had to take pictures of as we went by:

We visited Mel’s Mocha and Ice Cream as our meal location. It’s a fun little shop, good ice cream and sandwiches:

One of those places with too many choices:

And great signs like these:

And after a “Grand” sandwich, a Sprite, and a dip of Mocha-almond-fudge ice cream, I was wired for the trip home:

We futzed around Walnut Grove drifting on the Sacramento River, watching the sun lower over the trees and fishing boats.

The row (drift) homeward was calm and surreal.

You see unexpected things here. I saw a motorcycle with sidecar sitting under a tree on the levy as we drifted downstream.

I wonder what we’ll see next?

The Spot By The Bay Bridge

Twas the spot by the Bay bridge, where the still airs sit,
Not a boat was sailing, not even one bit.
Our sails were set on the spars with care,
In hopes that big winds soon would be there.

Crew sat in the cold, “please sunshine” they said,
While visions of trade winds danced in their heads.
And Skipper drinking coffee, while I scooted inside,
We settled into drifting, along with the tide.

When out on the water there arose such a vision,
A trio of America’s Cup boats might drift to collision.
Jumping on the rail, I watched and waited,
With the camera I wondered, how could they be baited.

The sun peeking through the clouds and mist,
Gave the hope of warm winds to the sailboats adrift.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But now the Oracle boat was coming quite near!

With an agile crew, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, my shutter must click.
More rapid than eagles on the winches they ground,
Turning on a dime, for me they were bound!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the air,
The clacking and banging of their efforts right here.
As I put down the camera, and was turning to stare,
Close by they glided like the water was air.

I realized right then the sight THEY looked on,
Our lovely old schooner, with gaff sail bent on,
Her varnished combings gleaming, and bronze we don’t lack,
Her long bowsprit way forward, and her boomkin out back.

Us dressed in old woolies, our own style was clear,
They clad in helmet headsets, and the most modern gear,
Our schooner built for oceans: the seas and the gales,
Theirs for skimming Bay waters: with a wing not sails.

As we spoke not a word, but smiled as we passed,
The winds picked up, finally at last,
With this fine AC team, we parted ways,
Thinking fair winds to all who sail San Francisco Bay.

The Oracle Team
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The Skipper Drinking Coffee

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