But it wasn’t much of a picture taking night, to be honest. We were mostly busy sailing the boat.
It was brisk. And I’m not referring to Iced Tea either.
Taking a picture of ones own boat is mostly fraught with frustration. I didn’t even bother.
We chose not to fly our spinnaker, as it wouldn’t have propelled us faster than our theoretical hull speed anyway. There’s a whole lesson on wave theory and displacement boats that I could share, but it’s rather long winded and I don’t want to bore you.
Let’s just say that, when a boat with a displacement hull that measures roughly 25 feet at the water line hits seven knots? You’re outside the envelope. The really tricky bit is to not round up or broach. We did neither. Which is not to say it’s never happened, but these days with the amount of experience we all have (some of it bad) we have a pretty good idea how to go right to the edge, performance wise, without having issues.
That’s about all I got. After a busy night on the water and a glass of beer at the clubhouse, Muggins here is about ready to settle into bed.
Keep it between the ditches.
Thanks for stopping by.