Folding Sails

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Loads of people put little tips and hints on their blogs about “sailor-like” things including folding sails. That’s not what I’m going to do. No. If you want to know how to fold a sail–google it. My story today is all about lugging around our mainsail one day last week and folding it so it can fit stowed somewhere inside the boat. I hate folding laundry. I also dislike folding sails. With the laundry, it’s a combination of 1. not wanting to fold wrinkles into things by working too quickly, and of 2. being reminded that “my transom is wide” while folding my pants. In terms of sails, we can say the dislikes are similar–I don’t want to fold things wrong and Mahdee, well, she’s a hefty boat so she has some huge sails made of very heavy-weight Dacron.

Our spare mainsail is now bent on and the one we used to use is now the “spare.” It sat on the foredeck smooshed under the dingy and peeking out for a month while it waited to be folded. Finally, as we packed up to depart the marina, David and I decided we could no longer procrastinate folding that big sail. He wanted to fold it on deck and I really couldn’t imagine that happening neatly and I did imagine the voluminous sail would knock me right overboard. Sometimes our days are spent doing mundane but amazingly tiring tasks like…folding the mainsail.

Because the piers and connecting docks are narrow and I didn’t want part of the sail to end up in the salt water, I coaxed David into us taking the sail up to the grass between the sidewalk and parking lot of the marina. Given the biggest dock cart the marina has, we hauled the sail over the side of Mahdee, dragged it a bit, and loaded it onto the cart. This, in and of itself, is no small thing. The finger pier alongside Mahdee is narrow and has a concrete piling right smack in the middle with about 18″ of dock on either side of the pile. Not enough room for the dock cart to pass so we had to pass the big sail down from the boat and then around the piling to get it into the cart. The piling was covered in nasty, sharp marine growth because we timed this whole thing…let’s say “poorly.” Umm…we’ll check the tide tables next time. Of course, procrastinators can’t be choosers and in this case, with ominous rains in the forecast, it was the afternoon of the last sunny day we would see before sailing out of the marina. Getting the sail contained atop the dock cart without a spill into the water was a major victory.

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Then it was up the steep ramp from the slips to the grassy area. Again–reminder to self–next time, look at the tides before doing this. The sail itself weighs about 100 lbs and the 50 or so big bronze slides add a little bit more weight to that. Once in the grass, it was not too hard to fold it quickly and bring it back down to the boat. I’ve put a before and after set of pictures at the beginning of the post so you can see what a difference the folding makes.

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About the World Cruising and Sailing Wiki


Beryl says “I need your writing help” to all seafaring pets and in particular she wants the help of their owners with internet access. There is a growing resource for seafaring sailors in the form of an online wiki built by and for cruisers. It is called the World Cruising and Sailing Wiki. Sailors from around the world contribute to the information in this wiki so the body of knowledge available to all seafaring sailors is steadily growing. If you have information about world ports, country customs and immigration details, ocean passages, approaches, marinas, anchorages, equipment, and any number of other topics, there is a place for you to share it for all the cruising community. This is the Wikipedia of the world cruising community.

Mahdee’s own contributions include a bit of information about anchorages; more than a year ago, we also worked to put together the page LINK about traveling with pets. Beryl is hoping other travelers will come along and add content to this important page as well as all the rest of the wiki. In particular, Beryl would like to see more information about ocean passages and approaches to all the pet-friendly locations around the world.

Beryl points out that, upon her prompting of the human crew aboard Mahdee who contributed to the wiki, the Pet’s Aboard page includes a photograph of her namesake Beryl Smeeton holding her ship’s cat Pwe, aboard SV Tzu Hang. Beryl would like to see the wiki include more photos of Beryl the cat herself, but the humans aboard Mahdee have been squashing that idea entirely.

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Link to the World Cruising and Sailing Wiki HERE



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Eggs, Witches, and Sailors

Recently, a member of Cruiserlog shared information about how to cook the perfect egg (link) and another member replied that we must all make sure to break the shells lest a witch take a little boat ride in them! On the thread, a third member shared the delightful story From Charles Leland ‘Gypsy Sorcerer’, published in 1891 (link) about a girl who thew out an unbroken egg shell so the witches could have boats too. She was later rescued by such a witch.

Humm…

In the 1500’s, it was a common superstition that if you didn’t break up the eggshell, a witch would snatch it up, use it as a boat, sail out to sea, and cast spells that would cause storms and sink ships! In the 1840’s the Irish who emigrated to America would break eggshells to keep the Irish Fairies who’d accompanied them to America from going home by eggshell boat.

Eggshells by Elizabeth Fleming (1934)

Oh, never leave your egg-shells unbroken in the cup;
Think of us poor sailor-men and always smash them up,
For witches come and find them and sail away to sea,
And make a lot of misery for mariners like me.

They take them to the sea-shore and set them on the tide –
A broom-stick for a paddle is all they have to guide
And off they go to China or round the ports of Spain,
To try and keep our sailing ships from coming home again.

They call up all the tempests from Davy Jones’s store,
And blow us into waters where we haven’t been before;
And when the masts are falling in splinters on the wrecks,
The witches climb the rigging and dance upon the decks.

So never leave your egg-shells unbroken in the cup;
Think of us poor sailor-men and always smash them up;
For witches come and find them and sail away to sea,
And make a lot of misery for mariners like me.

photo by Mark H. Anbinder under creative commons license

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