And that’s how we do that. November 30, 2002 – January 27, 2018

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Well, it’s over.

There are still a few details to be decided, and papers to be signed and so forth. The process takes a few months.

But tonight, we told the kids, and that ends any need for secrecy.

The whys and wherefores are unimportant — it’s enough to know that we both agree that our marriage is done. This is, at the moment, possibly the most agreeable parting I’ve ever heard of. Again, the details are between us and our children.

But, suffice it to say, we’re still going to be a team. We’re still going to be a family. We’re just not going to be married anymore.

I’ve been riding an emotional rollercoaster for a bit; there will be more ups and downs to come. For now, I’m confident that we have, are, and will continue, to make the best decisions we can, with the information we have, at the time we need to make them, for all four of us.

Here begins the next chapter.

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My Travels with Vlad

When I was still in college, I attempted to read a book named _Phoenix_, and stopped after the first chapter or so; I don’t know, it just didn’t grab me. The copy I had was borrowed from a guy who stole my girlfriend, so I didn’t feel too bad about keeping it.

A couple years later (the exact amount of time doesn’t matter), I was dating a different girl, and she waxed poetic about this amazing series she’d read, with a character named “Sethra Lavode” (you would have had to hear her say it). This time, I started with _Jhereg_ and _Yendi_, and by the end of the second book, I was in love.

I’m a huge fan of dialog, and Vlad’s snarky counterpoint to Morollan’s nobility and … well, I really like it. All of it.

_Teckla_, of course, made me want to throw the book across the room.

I flew through _Taltos_ and _Phoenix_ this time around, and since the latter ends at “a nice stopping point”, I figured that was the end of it.

It was 1991. Verra, may the water on your tongue turn to ash, that should have been the end of it. (See what I did there? ๐Ÿ˜€ )

By a year or two later, I had convinced all my friends to read the books, and we happily sat around wondering things like “If they ever made a movie, who would play each character?” (Tommy Lee Jones as Vlad sticks in my memory from this time)

I had already discovered _The Phoenix Guards_, resigned to enjoying the five “Jhereg” novels as the whole series, when I ran across a copy of _Athyra_, left behind at the bus stop, on the way to work, in 1993.

Since then, for the past 24 years, I’ve been waiting for each new book to come out, and buying it on the first day I’m aware of it (usually, and lately, that translates to “the day it’s released”).

The “Jhereg” series is slated for 19 books, of which the fifteenth has just been released. The “Khaavren Romances” are complete at 5 books.

It takes the author, Steven Brust, about 2 years to release each title. Sometimes he’s working on two books at once, in which case, he can put one out per year for awhile. However, what often happens is that he’s putting a book out in The Other Series, and not the one you’re hoping for, and so the extra wait is extra painful. Books 7-9 in the series were interspersed with releases of the Khaavren books, which was poignant, but still enjoyable. The latest releases are interspersed with Incrementalists, which makes me want to tear my eyeballs out.

There’s a story arc that began at the end of _Phoenix_ that I keep hoping will resolve itself, but it seems unlikely to happen, at this point. That is, I was hoping for it to resolve itself, and then have 5 or 6 more books to enjoy “post glitch”, so to speak, but as there are only 4 books left, well..

There have been a lot of “but that’s another story” moments built up over the course of all these novels. He’s gone back and touched a few of them, which is good for backstory, but always leaves me a little disappointed, because I am really interested in seeing the main story progress.

The 14th book, _Hawk_, was really one I’d been looking forward to (she woke up!), and then this latest one, _Vallista_, somehow felt the need to take a throwaway bit of plot device (there’s this room…) and make a whole book out of it.

I’ve read the book twice, now (it’s been out for 3 weeks); I feel like that’s the minimum number of reads I need before I can start deciding whether I like the book or not. I’ve decided that _Vallista_ is ok, not a favorite, not a hated. There are a few books in the series that I dislike intensely; this means I’ve only read them 3 or 4 times, where I’ve read my favorites more like 20 times. There are a couple that I can take or leave; those I’ve read about 6 or 8 times. I’ve bookmarked the spots in _Vallista_ that I feel I’ll be referring back to, once future books come out, and some of this to-do list starts getting checked off.

So. _Creotha_, _Tsalmoth_, _Lyorn_, and _The Final Contract_ are left.

Here’s hoping that Vlad starts really figuring out what having a Great Weapon is all about. Like, seriously — bring it on.

Thus begins another 2 year wait.

How many more times will I have read _Issola_, _Dzur_, _Tiassa_, and _Hawk_ before then? … Only time will tell.

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Brett Favre, quarterback

He’s from Mississippi (you have to make the sound effects) em-eye-ess-ess-eye-ess-ess-eye-pee-pee-eye. Gets drafted by the Falcons, sits the bench behind some other QB, gets late games with big leads, &c. He leaves after a couple years, gets picked up by Green Bay, behind “Magic Man” Majkowski (sic), the starter. Magic Man gets injured maybe? and Favre starts.

OK, at this point, I’m actually going to look it up. OK, Google. Brett Favre consecutive start record…

He starts. at QB. At Green Bay. *Forever*. 297 consecutive games. He continued the streak when he left GB and went to the Vikings for a bit. But. Two hundred ninety-seven. games. in a row. In a word, ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

He wears the #4 jersey for his whole career. He says “That’s the difference between having me on your team or not. 4 points, the difference between a field goal and a touchdown.

He was really, Really Good at football.

Brett Favre was so much fun to watch play. He just enjoyed the game so much, and he’s one of those rare breed of quarterbacks who just fits into the “West Coast” Offense (Bill Walsh made it famous, but he learned from Paul Brown, and I digress.), and in many ways, he’s the Best of All Time.

I just loved to watch him play. He had so much fun out there, and his teams really worked well together. Sportscasters would refer to him as a “gun slinger”; you never quite knew what Brett was gonna do during a given play. Might run, might pitch short, toss medium, or air one out, on the run, zing, like it’s on a rope, right on the numbers. He was so good.

The offense is pretty simple, at its core, with only a few route types and running plays. But it excelled at leaving many options open for the QB at a time.

Sprint Right Option is one of the few football plays that I can recognize when I see it, because it looks so dramatic. I’ll get right back to this, but first,

A Short Explanation of the West Coast Passing Offense, as I understand it.

This passing offense works best when you have a mobile QB and a receiving back and/or tight end. You can throw one of 3, 4, 5 routes, depending on the number of skill players, and the QB’s ability to find them. The routes are all timed, three steps then this, then five more, then this, &c. And the QB knows that, at three steps, he has receivers at points a, b, c, d, and e. A quick read of the field leaves at least one in single coverage, or in lopsided coverage, and if not, then there’s running room in the middle of the field (count the LBs and secondary, you know who’s left).

The routes themselves can change a bit, but it’s all about timing. At this point, *this* is the open guy. Tic tic, *there’s* another one. They could do stuff with the QB making a short, 3-step drop back into the pocket, fire a short pass to a wide open receiver, who could then do all that receiver magic *swoon* ๐Ÿ˜

Oh, yes. The West Coast Offense as played by both Bill Walsh and Mike Holmgren also liked to have one tall, fast receiver, and one “possession” receiver, count on him to get to the first down marker and sit on it. The tall, fast receiver could outreach the usually much shorter cornerbacks, and racked up a lot of yards-after-catch with touchdown after touchdown.

Joe Montana had Jerry Rice. (then Jerry Rice had Steve Young)
Brett Favre had Sterling Sharpe. Man, oh man. They did some work together. I only caught the last bit of that; Sterling got hurt bad and retired, but I saw a few games, and they were good together. I was there for the Antonio Freeman years. It was fun.

He sometimes had a “downhill” running back, but all the backs were also considered receivers.

A couple of his TEs became household names.

And in later years, they had a dominating defense, anchored by The Minister of Defense, Reggie White.

The team was just amazing for years, and years. And years.

And Brett Favre started every one of those games, and it felt like he was playing on the sandlot back at home. He’d fake over that way, run over this way, fake throw it again, then run for 15 yards. Or he’d take 3 steps and hurl it, and you’d say to yourself, no way is anybody down field that fa– and it plops right into that receiver’s hands. He’s already 5 yards further downfield than the nearest defender, and is at full speed towards the goal line. How did he know, three steps in, that dude was gonna be *that* open?!

Because, he’s Brett.

No, really. That’s why. He played every game like it was going to be his last, and he just had a great time doing it; we could tell. ๐Ÿ™‚

So, Sprint Right Option.

It’s designed to look like a broken play, the QB is sweeping to his right, out of the pocket, is he trying to run it? Better have a DB in there, Brett’s faster than some LBs.
The TE (or, play it further downfield, the slot receiver, or, play it closer, the RB) is on a short crossing route, also to the right. Did someone pick him up as he passed in front of the secondary?
The WR (or… you’re the armchair coach, you go write an offense) is on a deeper crossing route, also to the right.

You have 4 options; throw deep, throw short, QB run, or throw it away. (The offense is designed to care less about a single play, and more about the overall strategy of the game and clock &c. So “throw it away” is actually a valid option, try again next down; but let’s move on to the fun ones, shall we? ๐Ÿ™‚ )

So, what looks like a “chase the QB and get a sack, w00t” turns into a simple equation for the QB.

Because you have at least 1 (and sometimes 2) receivers on the left, you’ve taken up, call it 3 defenders, a CB, an LB, and a S (standard 4-3). That leaves 2 LB, one S, and one CB on this side (assume for now the OL are keeping the DL busy, but without holding). Two quick reads. Deep (CB and probably picks up S), then short (might have these backwards, bear with me) (picked up at least one LB). That leaves Brett in space, with either one LB nearby, which means either find the guy in single coverage, or run it short, or throw it away; or if the short crossing route picked up double coverage (or he’d blitzed), then there’s nobody to cover you, so run, Brett, run!

If they start jumping the QB run, whoever they bring forward leaves a receiver open. If they start leaving the left hand side guys open, you take a 3 step and fire it over there.

A lot of famous football catches are made on this play. The Catch is one of them. The commentators often get this play wrong; “Oh, watch out; he’s been flushed out of the pocket, pursued by X. He pump fakes to freeze the safeties, tucks it in for the run, *how did that guy get open in the end zone*?! Touchdown Packers!

Sprint Right Option. It’s one of the original basic plays from Paul Brown’s offense in the 1950s. It is beautiful in its simplicity (three receivers to the right means run, pass, or pass, just check the defenders and go), but so hard to defend, and can be run with so many different personnel (RB, WR, TE, the occasional HB) that it’s been a staple in the “West Coast” Offense ever since.

The West Coast Offense can make a great QB shine. And Brett Favre played it as well as anyone I’ve ever seen. I watched Joe Montana do his thing. That was magic. Joe Cool was a very disciplined QB. He could run, but he never had the je ne sais quoi that Brett did. It was a different time, and I understood the game at a different level, for sure.

Brett ended up with a bunch of NFL records under his belt, yards, TDs, &c. But he’s most proud of the consecutive starts. And I loved to watch him play.

Thanks, number 4.

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Hunter T. Dog ( April 2006 – September 17, 2017)

We met when he was about 1-1/2. He was a happy young sausage of a dog, Champ was delighted.

Our young family jumped from 3 to six in 23 months. It had been me and K and the dog for years. And then bam, bam, bam, two kids and a second dog got added to the mix. The house was suddenly very full.

You learned on the first day not to be a browser; Champ would happily chow two bowls of food in about 2 minutes flat. You were always number 2, though. Decisions were made by the alpha, and Hunter could just kind of hang around.

This attitude became quite helpful along the way, as there was little time to spare for much in the way of dog-related activities for the next few years. There was someone home for some of the time, but both Hunter (and Champ) lived in an empty house for much of their lives.

He was what I like to think of as a “gentleman’s dog”. He’s not here to protect, or hunt, or really serve any useful purpose, other than to emit and receive love. Hunter eventually learned not to be quite so pushy in his demands for attention, he loved a good scritch.

Thank you for joining us on the ride, Hunter. You’re a good boy and I miss you.

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Labor Day vacation in the Gorge

Nine day trip, wind for two days. ๐Ÿ™

After a very cold and wet winter (got bored of all the snow), the summer has been very hot and very dry in the interior PNW, seems like The West has been on fire all summer long. BC wildfires had air quality in Seattle horrible for a couple weeks in July. The Sisters Fire had us worried about sky transparency for the eclipse.

We stayed in Cascade Locks for the first 4 days of the trip, I’d never stayed west of HR before. We museum-hopped, and made a successful return trip to McMinnville (w00t! water park!). Light Easterlies.

Moved to The Dalles for the remainder of the trip.

Tuesday afternoon, there was wind, but no instructor. The kids and I rented longboards, and we sailed around the lagoon. Been a long time since I’ve been on a longboard. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ Uphauling is a whole other thing. I fell in. A lot. It’s a good survival skill, and getting used to keeping the board flat is good. One reason that I like beachstarts is that you’re powered up when you get on the board, so you have something to lean against. But that’s another show.

I got caught in the current and ran into the buoy line ๐Ÿ˜ then L was on the lee shore, so I sailed downwind (always fun ๐Ÿ™‚ ) and helped her get to shore.

B was sailing all over the place, he’s getting really good.

All craft ashore, we headed to the new hotel.

Wednesday was supposed to be the real nuker of the week. The kids teamed up with E_, and I got a Jibe lesson from JaK. He’s really, really good.

I’ve not been confident getting into the footstraps this year, I think I’m up to 4 runs (!) where I was able to find at least 1 for a bit.

Yeah, well, add another one ๐Ÿ™‚ I’ll get to it.

I did a couple runs to check harness line position and boom height and stuff. Then I took my first run, which was supposed to be an attempt at a carve gybe. I went all the way across in the harness, but without using footstraps. JaK noted how fast I was. Aw, yeah.

It turned (as I supected it would) from a “Jibe” class to a “Hook n Foot”, which is obviously where I needed to go. I got some good hints on non-planing gybe, too. Duck Foot. I’ll never forget it while gybing ๐Ÿ™‚

Anyway, on one run South, I nailed the front strap, felt her accelerate, and after a bit, decided “might as well put the back one in too”, and for a brief moment, total control. Remember to make time to weather. ๐Ÿ˜

And yet, ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

L was making it across on beam reach, she’s really starting to get good. B is also doing quite well, and caught a lizard. The local guys look sort of “great horny toad” to me, reminds me of STT ๐Ÿ˜€

Thursday, it was windy again. B and L graduated to bigger sails. Me, too. a 5.6 Sailworks Revo today. We tried out some different stuff, I guess I’m pretty used to my board, dunno. I was able to get my front foot in and out of the strap several times, but by the time I was getting there, it was pretty gusty, so foot-in-lean-forward-mastfootpressure-lull-foot-out,… but I was getting in during mosts gusts, I think. I also think I could stand moving the lines back a little — perhaps I could sheet less with the back arm, and more with the harness?

There were a few moments, where instead of moving with my feet or arms, I swung on the harness, to push the nose downwind and start picking up speed. I remember that. It’s called “committing to the harness lines”, but that’s much too dry a description for it.

You do the same thing on 470s and the like. Out in the harness, keeping the boat flat and shifting fore and aft for boat trim. There, you (generally) have a skipper to share the load, but on a windsurfer, it’s just you and the sail and the board and the wind and the water.

It was sublime. It’s the feeling that made me fall in love with sailing in the first place. Taking advantage of the Earth’s rotation and the sloshing sky, just a part of this little craft, just remembering that she knows how to fly.

Thank you JaK. I’ll be back soon.

Friday had been showing “skunked” all week, lived up to its reputation. After 3 tough days on the water, we took a bit of a breather and played some Minecraft, &c. K came into town for the weekend. Yay!

Saturday, no wind, 105ยบ in The Dalles. Museum and water park day. Got to meet and owl and a hawk, and also learned to front somersault from a diving board. Aw, yeah.

Sunday, forecasted to blow late, but another pair of forest fires sparked overnight, in Cascade Locks (yikes!), ash and smoke in the air in The Dalles and HR. K and kids went kayaking. Drove home on US30 E, Rowena has a really spectacular canyon above it. Ooo! And CGWA was doing another swap meet, and I had been looking for smaller sails (the 4.0 is a bit big for the kids), and after looking at several boards (I have no idea what “other” board we need as yet… but it was fun looking at all the designs), I started poking through 3.2s, and came across a gem.

It’s an Oceanic 3.1, looks like it’s never even been sailed. It’s like the windsurfing gods saying “hey, sorry about that”. Thank you, Bart! A perfect small sail for the quiver! Whaaaat?

When I was a young warthog, I wanted a set of Rushwind sails so bad, I could taste it. I finally saved up, walked into Dave Russel’s shop, and said “I’m ready to buy” … and he’d sold the brand the previous year, to Gaastra. But, he was now making Oceanics, and did I want those, and “yes!” and I’ve had them ever since. I know I sound like some strange car collector, ooohing over the difference between the ’54 and ’55 models. But I do love these sails. I never thought I’d see another one.

I think the kids are going to love it.

Decided to drive home early, beat the Labor Day traffic rush, made it home by 11:30.

Decidedly odd weather, this year.

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The Enemy’s Gate is Down.

Windsurfing requires a lot of angles to come together properly to work right.

Wind comes from a direction, which changes often in direction and velocity. A sail will always tend to luff (or, in the case of a windsurfing sail, fly) into the wind. This is the neutral position, mast across the wind, sail just floating above the water. You could do this all day. Two fingers can hold a balanced rig.

The board will turn upwind if there is a lot of weight on the tail, or if making a heel-side turn. Weight over the centerline of the board will make it track straight. Things I’m learning: if the nose of the board is flying too much, or if the boards rounds up while waterstarting, move the mast base forward, to push the nose down more.

On the subject of mast base adjustment, You should have seen the rooster tail I was putting up on Sunday, dragging my tail in the water instead of riding flat. It was definitely blowing hard enough to plane. I was worried about shallow water inside The Hook. Sailing outside Wells Island was fun, although it gets pretty wavy out there. The run across the beach just isn’t really long enough for me to get into the straps yet. Confidence, young apprentice. In the footstraps awaits ultimate control. It’s like putting on the seatbelt, and having your actual foot on the gas pedal.

You’re a part of the board, now. Need some speed? Point your toes, and head downwind a bit. Need to slow down a bit and get back in control? Dig your heels, point upwind a little bit.

Swells turn into a maze of curves, sometimes you run down this trench, sometimes you surf down the face of that one, sometimes you just lift your knees a bit, and swoop over the top of one.

My perspective changes, and I’m no longer sailing, I’m just flying, falling towards the opposite shore, when I get there, I think “wonder what those waves look like from the other side?” and back across I go. Flying down home across the water. The enemy’s gate is Down.

I’m not quite there, again, yet. I am still remembering the gusts and making sure the deck on the board is nice and grippy.

“The enemy’s gate is Down” also works as an inspirational chant during waterstarting. Hey, whatever works.

I had a good weekend on the beach. R_ and M_, B_, and A_ and I were in The Gorge before Eclipse 2017, covered elsewhere. R_ did an admirable job picking up the beach start. M_ also enjoyed some beach starting. A_ was kind enough to film me, and I can definitely see some areas of improvement. ๐Ÿ™‚

The new (to me) Sailworks NX 7.1m (a 4-cam race sail) did very well in its first outing. Sail has a lot of grunt, cams are a little hard to rotate, I’m definitely not rigging it quite right yet. The hardness lines are close to being dialed in. I should rig again in the yard to figure it out better. But, it flies well, seems to be in great shape, and works well with the Bic Rock (which is, for now, named “Rock”). Good sail, you will get loved to death.

I need to do some gybe land drills. If I knew what I was doing, I could have made a couple of those turns. I even got around to clew-first a couple times. Aw, yeah. I don’t have my boom shaka (yes, that’s what it’s called) down, so I haven’t gotten a good sail flip yet. Yes, a smaller sail is probably easier to flip. I can figure this out even on the 7m. Think how easy a 4.5m will be to flip, after this monster? I’ll do all the duck gybe and heli tack and all that on the small sail. But I have to be able to flip this sail. Because she’s my favorite size.

Harness lines. Mast foot. Gybe land drills. Windguru (sigh)

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Windsurfing – back to basics

I’ve been having trouble making it into the footstraps all year. Is part of it a question of attitude, rather than skill? Most likely. However, it has occurred to me that part of the problem is also that I’m still learning to set up the gear again, and in particular, I haven’t re-set my harness lines at all.

The draft in cambered sails is pretty stable, and, given that my 7.0 Oceanic race sail is my favorite, I was pretty sure that I’d gotten the lines set up properly for it, back in the day. So I’ve just been sailing with the lines set where they were, and they’ve been pretty close.

So the 7.0, my favorite sail of all time, is starting to show some wear, and what with one thing and another (see previous post), I bought a used 2010 Sailworks 7.1 NX race sail to replace it. I knew that I’d need to move the harness lines around to support the new sail, so I decided to spend a day on the water, figuring out harness lines again.

I was at The Hook, teaching some newbies (R_ and M_, I mean that in the nicest possible way ๐Ÿ™‚ ) to beach start, and the wind was a little up and down, so I decided not to slog through the Wells Island Lull. This means that my runs were, of necessity, quite short. But, it was enough time for me to test out various harness positions.

In short, I don’t think I got them quite right.

I have an open question whether I want the lines to be set so the sail sheets out a little, or whether I want perfect balance. I believe that I had been leaning towards the former, as I’d rather be able to dump power when I need to, without unhooking (7 square meters is a lot of cloth, and I hate getting catapulted). I would like to be able to keep my hands a little lighter on the boom, however, and this makes me lean more towards balanced. I guess dumping power will be more about luffing upwind, rather than sheeting out.

The new sail has a lot of power. It’s hard to say after just one session, but I think I really like it. I need a bit more outhaul, as the sail was really loose at the clew, and the cambers were a bit tough to rotate. I also picked up a winch rigging tool, as the sail takes a *ton* of downhaul pressure. I would like to see the sail rigged on the World Cup 480cm mast, with a stubbie mast base. It would be cool to have a mast that just slides right in with no extension. Talk about easy rigging.

I assume as I get the rigging tuned up correctly, I will push the draft around a little, so I’m not too stressed about the actual placement of the harness lines. I have just completely forgotten how to set them, other than “look where your hands are, and then put the lines between them”.

I feel like once the sail is tuned and running properly, getting in the straps will be easier. A few times I’ve gotten close to the straps, only to feel the rig go out of balance. Part of that is me, stomping around the deck of the board too much. But part of it feels like the sail trim moving around as I move around, which is an actual setup problem.

Oh, and the mast base on the Rock is too far back — the 7.1 was causing the board to round up during waterstarts.

I am getting good enough again that I am noticing things that are “the gear”, as opposed to “the rust”. I call that Progress.

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Four days in The Gorge

It finally rained in Portland and Seattle, knocking down the smoke from the BC wildfires. Rain in Troutdale Sunday morning, sunny and cranking at The Hook. You gotta love physics.

Both kids really enjoyed the weekend, lots of progress with 4 straight days on the water.

L likes a destination. Point her to a landmark, and she’ll get there. Good skill. Sustained a wrist sprain, took her out of action for Sunday.

B likes unlocking new moves. I gave them both a crash course on beach starts, and B and his intrepid instructor, E_, got it worked out, and B got 3 beach starts under his belt. Achievement unlocked! ๐Ÿ™‚ Looking really good on tacks and gybes too.

My sailing and I had a frustrating and expensive, but ultimately good weekend together.

I had a superlative weekend with the kids.

Fri, arrive in time for lesson, fed and in swimsuits &c. Rig 5.8m, as I am planning to put the 7.0m in for repair. The wind is really fluky around the east side of the bridge. Couple of hard landings, and the 5.8 needed to go in for surgery, too. I left the 5.8 there, but kept the 7.0, in case I wanted to sail it during the weekend.

Sat, picked up a Bic Electric Rock, of all things, at a CGWA swap meet. Twenty bucks. It looks to be in perfect shape. Immediately took the kids out on the $20 board to teach them beach starts. They were thrilled. It was blowing pretty good at the Hook for a morning session, river is quite low these days, it’s shallow quite far out. It was building all afternoon, by 2pm it was going pretty good. I rigged the 5.0, as it was clearly not 7.0 weather, and I didn’t have the 5.8.

This is the best session I can ever remember on that sail. The yellow single-cam 5.0 is pretty easy to rig, I keep waffling over which mast to use with it, 430 or 460. I have just never really been out with it when it sings. This was also not one of those days. But, I was not overpowered, I could get in the harness lines and lean into them. There were moments of planing. Some might argue that a lighter, smaller board would have planed up in those conditions. I have never thought of the Rock as a slow planer, but I do often take it out in crazy conditions with a really big sail. I still don’t have a comfort level with the F2 yet. Only tried it once, with the 5.8, … ahem. (see above)

In any case, I was up and sailing, and doing the upwind slog thing, I really need to trust the footstraps. Had to do a couple of long upwind reaches to get back to the rope line, then don’t get me started with the lagoon.

But the 5.0 performed well. I think I had it set up for the short mast; I will have to re-rig everything and check it out. Good amount of pull, reasonably well balanced with the harness, Rock brought us right back home.

Saturday night, Troutdale. Raining in the morning, nice, the smoke in the air has been driving me bonkers for weeks.

Sunday morning, see above. Sunday afternoon, L sits out, B and E_ have a killer private lesson, and B just starts really nailing moves. Nice. It was cranking in the morning, died way off (I decided not to sail, in favor of watching the magic and taking lots of wobbly home video), and was slowly building in HR at the end of class.

We decided to drive out to Celilo, to see if it was blowing, and as I have habitually been stopping there all summer. Of course, C_ and M_ were there, having just finished a cool session. It was really starting to pick up. Only a couple of windsurfers on the water, good sized swell all the way across. They convinced me to try the E-Rock. I’ve never sailed a board that small. 102L. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ I rigged the 4.5; I’d forgotten that it had purple battens. Looks really good with the purple Chinook booms.

I set out in a lot of wind, and was amazed to find that I was just able to sail. The board was light and responsive, there was never a worry of sinking it. It was survival sailing; spent some time out of the harness, just making sure I wasn’t going to get catapulted. I had a fairly controlled stop, and was having a bit of a rough time getting started after a waterstart. The board was rounding up sharply. I made it back in (a bit upwind of the launch, it was like that). C_ and M_ helped me get the rig back to shore, and they had some immediate setup fixes. Mast base forward, keep the nose off the wind. Fin further back and shimmed, better handling? I went back out, and it was 100% better. The fin stuck, so I could carve a bit on it, and the nose stayed in place during waterstarts. Very nice; thanks guys! I went out one last time, with L filming, one long 5min shot of me sailing out, waterstarting, and sailing back, very cool. Thanks, L!

A long but successful day. Sleep only 13 mi away, in The Dalles. yay!

Monday, morning class, so only a quick beach starting drill before lesson started. I took the 5.0 again, and Rock again, and did not have a good time. The Wells Island lull really sucks a lot. On the way out of town, drop by Sailworks to drop off the 7.0m for repair (my baby! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ ), and they first, convince me that I need a new 7.0m race sail, of ~15y newer vintage, and second, hand back the already-repaired 5.8. Now, are they trying to get me into a full set of Sailworks sails? sure. Are they going to be happy seeing their sail out on the water again? Yep. Will I enjoy the new sail? Perhaps. Let me get it out there for awhile.

I’m never selling the Oceanic 7.0m. Dave Russell made it especially for me. We’ve been through a lot together. And the sail isn’t broken, it just needs some repair and love. But the 5.8m was a wakeup call. 15yo adhesive isn’t what it used to be.

So I’ll give the new sail a try.

New sail, new board… I think I’m beginning to grok windsurfing again.

I am still not finding the footstraps. Hm.

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Windsurfing

Back in the day, I spent a lot of time driving to Hood River, OR to test my mettle against the Columbia River. I’ve taken a few years off, but am trying to get back into it.

Things have changed a bit since I last sailed here. First, kite sailing has taken over several of the prime sites I used to sail, most notably The Marina and Event Site in Hood River.

That leaves The Hook and he WA side sites for windsurfers, and it turns out there is another new site between Hook and Event Site that I need to try out.

I decided to do a bit of a tour today, and reacquaint myself with the sites. I actually got one run off at The Hook, the wind died just as I got in the water. Note to self, always rig the 7.0m. I was trying the 5.8 because it was really nuking while I was rigging up. Bad idea. Also, I correctly recall that The Hook is not an awesome site for actual sailors, because it’s a lee shore and has a huge island that puts up a wind shadow just as you get going.

The Dalles Waterfront Park was flooded today, they are spilling a Ton of water through the Dalles Dam. There were sturgeon swimming amongst the picnic tables. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ free parking, toilet, grassy rigging area. But not sailable today.

On the way back from Hood River (I am staying in The Dalles), I stopped at Rowena. It’s just as posh as I remember. $5 a day to park, but several beautiful lawns to rig on, a big flat open launch zone, and sensibly perfect water conditions. It was still blowing hard at 5pm.

I decided to check out a site I had heard about but never seen, Celilo. I don’t know why the site isn’t more popular. Looks to be a free campsite, under trees, on grass, picnic tables and toilet, free parking, with a sandy beach launch. I will be sailing there tomorrow unless something better comes up. It’s 10 miles past The Dalles, 32mi past Hood River, but maybe I will drive home through Yakima. Sounds like a winner to me.

My rigging job left a lot to be desired, I don’t have the hang of getting the sail flat and tight. I will get there.

Also, I am badly out of shape, a short run and I was panting hard for several minutes. Then both calves cramped in quick succession. Ouch. I need to do more sailing.

It was good to get back on the water again. My waterstarts seem like they are pretty dialed in already, like riding a bike.

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She’s a good ship

“We use ‘she’ to refer to something which we have so much affection for that it almost seems rude to refer to it as ‘it’.” — from StackExchange

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