Joe ( Cold Spring on Hudson )
11-03-2006, 03:45 PM
Yesterday late fall day I went to check on Tidbit sitting out on her mooring in the afternoon. The light was just so, as I rowed out to her mooring you could see her sitting high on her lines. The tide and wind provided that one angle, you know that one that just shows off your boat so well. For Tidbit it's an almost dead on bow view with just enough of a angle hint to see her sheer and the ever so slight tumble home .
I'll just adjust her lines and check the bilges said I. Once aboard she sang to me that whisper that was in the gentle north breeze, come on, just a little sail ;) They say time and tide wait for no man so is the case when a secrete sail is just what a man needs.
Soon I found myself almost hypnotically untying the sail-cover and warming up the motor. untying the mooring lines and setting off into the wind. Raising the sails, and shove off. She just glided along as I lit my pipe and poured a dram of whiskey into a tin cup to take the chill out. Headed south on a outgoing tide . Thats when I felt the sweet pull that tugged at me to go further, had I only a bigger boat. Hudson to the upper bay of NYC through the narrows and the world beyond.
As it was I made it to the Bear Mountain Bridge before I had to rush to pick Tess up at school.
http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m320/fosterhere/Tidbitonmooring.jpg
I'll just adjust her lines and check the bilges said I. Once aboard she sang to me that whisper that was in the gentle north breeze, come on, just a little sail ;) They say time and tide wait for no man so is the case when a secrete sail is just what a man needs.
Soon I found myself almost hypnotically untying the sail-cover and warming up the motor. untying the mooring lines and setting off into the wind. Raising the sails, and shove off. She just glided along as I lit my pipe and poured a dram of whiskey into a tin cup to take the chill out. Headed south on a outgoing tide . Thats when I felt the sweet pull that tugged at me to go further, had I only a bigger boat. Hudson to the upper bay of NYC through the narrows and the world beyond.
As it was I made it to the Bear Mountain Bridge before I had to rush to pick Tess up at school.
http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m320/fosterhere/Tidbitonmooring.jpg