While Josh was trimming the hedges and Jason was blindly backing up, Carol and I put our newly restored sailboat in the water in the beautiful (and I mean BEAUTIFUL) state of Vermont.
Harriman Reservoir is near Whitingham, VT and is nestled in a verdant valley that borders the east boundary of the Green Mountain National Forest. The reservoir is 8 miles long and averages slightly less than a half-mile wide. With over 30 miles of shoreline, there is much to explore. Moose are frequent visitors, especially on weekday evenings before dusk. This wonderful area is just over the MA border in southern VT, about an hour and 15 minutes from our house.
The Windham Sailing Club decided to have me as a member, so you can appreciate the "down-to-earth" attitude of the club. In honor of my large contribution to the overall drop in the sophistication and average intelligence of the Club membership, they assigned me member number 42. Ian has been informed.
The "clubhouse" is a picnic table and an iron barbecue perched on a knoll overlooking the lake. Nearby is a dock and an array of moorings for about 30 - 40 sailboats. The only drawback is that the boat ramp used to put-in and take-out boats each spring and fall is about 5 miles north of the moorings. However, with the limit on the length of sailboats being 20 feet or under, my 1983 15 foot Galilee fit right in. Several members have 40 year old boats that have been beautifully restored, and there are many Sunfish/Phantoms/Lasers.
So yesterday, in >20 kt winds mind you, I motored the Galilee from the boat ramp to the moorings. As the winds were too strong for actually sailing my little 15 footer, my ~25 year old Johnson SeaHorse 2 hp outboard was pressed into service and did its best. An hour later (hmmm...5 mph!) I arrived at the moorings safe and sound, but just a little too late for Carol's peace of mind. She had already arranged for the Club's Safety Boat to go on a rescue mission! Fortunately, they sighted me from shore just before they were to head out.
I arrived on dry land and was promptly handed a beer and congratulated for actually finding the right mooring and not falling overboard trying to attach the mooring line to the bow of the boat. Evidently, this seems to be a right of passage for newbies!
We arrived home in the early evening. I was slightly wind/sun-burned, but everything was safe and sound...almost.
Should you happen to be cruising the roads of southern Vermont (routes 100 and 112 to be precise) would you please keep your eyes peeled for the license plate from my trailer? It's rectangular, made of metal, and should have "I'm a Freakin' Idiot" on it.
Thanks,
Theo
