Launch and Naming Ceremony
June 8, 2019
Got the name on, but it has to be covered until after the ceremonies.
For omnipotent gods of sea and air, they seem to get confused really
easily. I got the letters from Lettering
on the Cheap, but it wasn't really that cheap.
Fern Ridge is the biggest lake in the Willamette Valley (I think.)
It's about 54 miles and 80 minutes away from home. Nice ramps, bathrooms,
$4 day use fee.
Light, light winds in the morning. When I launched, I was surprised
at how sloppy she felt, wallowing and and turning like a pig on
ice. Then I remembered to lower the keel and she stiffened right
up and snapped right to.
John had organized a nice little messabout. That's his Bolger Shoebox
in the foreground.
I didn't bring the outboard for this trip, so when the wind freshened
a bit, I sailed away from the dock and went on a little tootle on
the lake. That's the Triton Yacht Club over there.
I'd forgotten my GPS and don't know how fast I was going, but she'd
kick up her heels and scoot in winds 5-8 knots. It's fun the learn
the language of your boat - the sounds she makes at different speeds,
how the tiller feels, etc.
It was a beautiful day at sea.
The wind had shifted around to the north, so I decided to the upon
the south side of the dock. It was a little tight back there, and
I impressed the people on the dock with my maneuvering. Little did
they know I just whipped the boat around and hoped I wouldn't crash.
That lady on the end of the dock, in blue? Her name is Terry.
It was time for the naming ceremony so I donned my silly hat (Mouse
Ears with a Capt. Jack Sparrow theme) The aforementioned Terry is
taking the pictures.
I used Trader Joe's Boatswain H. L. V. ale. I figured my boat'd
be lifting my fat a$$, so it seemed fitting.
I flubbed the lines a bit, had to ask which way was north, that
kind of thing, but it went well. Ladies and gentlemen, I present
to you, the Good Girl.
After the ceremony, I took her out again. The wind would gust into
the low teens, but only on the gusts. Good Girl is a sweet
I'd read these boats round up when overpowered, so I kept the sheets
in tight. For science, don't you know? Sure enough, I caught a good
gust and let go the tiller, she popped right around. The rest of
the time, I was seeing how far I could get her to heel. She'd lay
over nice if I kept my hand on the tiller - and not much pressure,
either. I'd like to get a couple other people and see if I can bury
This is a nice little boat. Good Girl is a little sweetheart.