But I also managed to get some water related activities in, though not sailing.
Lake Waterton is a beauty on which I took a ride on the 1928 m/v "International,"
On the way back I noticed this small weird shadow on the eastern side of the lake and turned to see what caused it.
We also had some river experiences. In Fort Steele, a semi-reconstructed, semi-original 1890's town, the museum showed a model of an unusually broad and flat stern wheel driven boat used to carry lead ore from the mines to the railroad. It operated for only about three years and only in spring when the water was deep enough.
Later we walked on a river
Later we were among 17 folks in a big inflatable raft steered by our guide with two oars from oarlocks amidships to keep us abeam to the current during our six miles on the glacially cold Athabasca River, down to just above the small town of Jasper.
But you prefer to hear about the sailing. Only three days.
One was with Peter, who was of ILENE's crew on the trip from Hampton VA to Tortola in November 2011, in the earliest days of this blog. We were out there for about four hours of pleasant sailing in light wind, through Hart Island Sound, into Manhasset Bay to the Race Committee float, past Kings Point and home In Manhasset Bay portion of the journey the wind died completely so the engine had to be used. Peter had the helm as much as he wanted and we reminisced. We passed and circled this schooner which hauls tourists out of New York. Light wind, like I said.
After Canada I sailed with Vic, my successor as President of our congregation,
The most recent sail was what may be the last excursion of the Old Salts. There were seven of us and it was the shortest OS sail on record. It was blowing quite a bit at the mooring so I started out with a reefed main. Once out there, no longer protected by the lee of the Island the wind was stronger. With the addition of the small jib we were making 7.8 SOG without tidal effect. Mike, who had the helm, was having trouble steering, and we were heeled more than was comfortable for some of the ladies. The wind meter was showing 32 wind speed units. So I furled the jib, tacked and headed back for what was probably the longest noshing and drinking session in OS history, including more than three bottles of wine.
Mike, Sandy, Marsha, me, Debra and Sarah. Thanks, Matt for the picture
And one day for a delightful leisurely lunch in New Jersey with Jim, former captain of "Aria" and he gave me some excellent sailing books, some of which I've donated to the Club's library; others are keepers.
And with the official arrival of fall, the weather threatens to be as nasty as it was pleasant this summer.