Sailing Fern Ridge
June 17, 2019
One of the hardest things about sailing is that it
is a lonely activity. Unless you sail, you don't sail. I invite
anyone and everyone to join me. I'll be at Fern Ridge, Richardson
Point, at about 4:3pm every Monday. I'll leave the dock at about
5pm and return sometime after 7. I'll be on the road no later than
8 and back in Salem by 9. It's free. You can even use your own car.
No one takes me up on it. So I sail alone.
The True North, is a lovely little bluewater boat kind of
out of place on an inland lake. I thought it was a Folkboat, but
no, it's whoever bought the rights after Nordic. Anyhow, it's a
boat you could spend the rest of your life in.
In contrast, Good Girl is a straight-up lake sailer. The
cabin has a lot of positive flotation and I don't think there is
a case of one ever being capsized.
Single-handed launching is a task. I only fell in once. That reminded
me that wallet and cell phone goes in the drybag BEFORE launch.
Winds were light and variable and dead on my head (as they always
are.) Gawd, look at that crappy jib clew. How did I get my lines
tangled? I have to pay more attention.
See my jib halyard? I don't like it like that. I think I might
mount a deck block near the mast to divert the line off to the swivel
block. Good Girl is my adventure boat. She's going to be
set up for adventuring.
has a floating bathroom. Way back when, the first year I ever sailed
here, a guy in hip waders stepped off his boat, onto the floating
bathroom, fell over, and drowned. I will A) never wear hip waders
and 2: hold it.
This is the dam that makes Fern Ridge a reservoir. Thanks, Army
Corps of Engineers. I appreciate your efforts.
Back, packed, and ready to roll.