[Rhodes22-list] (for Andrew) Call yourself a sailor

[Joe Camp]

Andrew:

     Yeah, almost every story told here is ubiquitous.  In the three or so years I've been on the list, I have realized that (despite some less than significant variation) every tale of woe / tale of wonder told has an anti-matter aspect someplace in Rhodes history.  It is a comforting notion to understand that I am part of a broad spectrum of  experience.  What I learn (for myself)  has already been learned by another R-22 sailor; what's more revealing is the concept that it will, conversely, happen to another unfortunate List member in an as yet undiscovered universe of Rhodes-reality. 

     I see it as a reflection of Quantum Mechanics and the contradictory behaviors of particles and waves, that regularly impersonate each other.  So, what's mine is yours and someday, perhaps, mine again, then yours again.  What's old is also new.

     In that spirit, I agree with your comment on the need for an anchor riding sail for the R-22 on a hook.  Mine seems to wander on the wind more than the other boats in the mooring field.  Now, that's in my past.  However, something (else) is going to happen. I am sure of it.

Joe



>________________________________
> From: Andrew Collins <sailingvesselcarmen at gmail.com>
>To: The Rhodes 22 Email List <rhodes22-list at rhodes22.org> 
>Sent: Monday, May 6, 2013 9:18 PM
>Subject: Re: [Rhodes22-list] Call yourself a sailor
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>Hey Joe
>Stuff happens to all of us. Thanks for the story, it makes all the things that happen to each of us easier to take. The one over riding recommendation is for all R22s on moorings to employ a riding sail. The increased intensity of thunderstorms and weather extremes can knock the boat over. It happened to  sv Carmen in July of 2011, and the harbor master mentioned that several boats including an r22 were swamped last summer during thunderstorm microbursts.  Last summer we had 4 tornado warnings in Greenwich CT. 
>Ride on R22!
>Andrew
>sv Carmen
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>On Apr 28, 2013, at 10:21, Joe Camp <jjcampjr at yahoo.com> wrote:
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>>  Hey gang:    
>> 
>> Murphy's law bites me in the ass (or stern, if you prefer nautical jargon) every chance it gets.  We all know the bitter reality of the unexpected occurrence, and the regularity of its visits to the calm waters (in nautical jargon) of assumed regularity and unassuming expectations (most of us call these "life").  But then:
>> 
>> Ass-bite #1,  4 August 1012:  A freak storm sinks my boat on the Bohemia River (Upper Chesapeake) and it winds up on the hard for the rest of the season. Insurance (very aptly and without a single protestation) makes the entire thing better... financially.  The long off season, I spend upgrading stuff and dreaming of  the splash.  The frosty cold spring did not make this an easy roll-out, but the concept of roll-out brooks no delays.
>> 
>> Ass-bite #2,  27 April 2013: Launch date finally arrived. New electronics, new bilge pump, rigged an anchor-riding sail, buffed out all hull blemishes.  My sailing amigo (Spanish for friend) and I pulled into the chosen launching marina (mine has no ramp) and were greeted with a high tide (nautical conceit for "the greatest level") of praises on the sheer beauty of the Rhodes 22. I blushed, but gave mature, but still quite foxy, woman the $20.00 launch fee.  We rigged the boat and backed her down the ramp. The hull was wet!  The boat still floated!  The experience of fate feasting on my (apparently) tasty ass was done!  (or not done)  
>> 
>> Over the course of the fix-up season, the line for my centerboard came out of the cam cleat; so, when the boat floated, the center board dropped and wedged on the outboard side of the trailer's keel guide.  Our attempt to refloat and adjust had the boat resting at about 70 degree angle in the trailer. After some wrangling (cowboy term) we floated her again, scrambled aboard like a furtive mouse (rodent analogy) and locked the centerboard up. All was well, in a sense.
>> 
>> Ass-bite #2 (b):  A short motor to my marina showed that my mooring, in fact all the moorings, were not there.  They're being serviced.  I am now tied into a nearby slip (about four sizes too big for my 22 footer).  I have a few band aids on my tender ass.  But you have to have stories in order to call yourself a sailor.   Ergo, I am a sailor.  
>> 
>> Joe Camp
>> s/v John Dawson
>> Bohemia River, MD
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