
| I started sailing on inland lakes in Wisconsin when I was a teenager. I had no training whatsoever, but friends dragged me along if they needed ballast for racing. We raced C class Scows which have very little freeboard and are pure racing machines that will capsize if you sneeze. After moving to Massachusetts, I peered wistfully at the small sailboats in the Charles River Basin and at the "yachts" up and down the New England Coast. In Virginia, I sailed a bit with the UVa sailing club, but the fluky winds on small Virginia ponds don't make for very good sailing. One day I noticed that the local squadron of the US Coast Guard Auxiliary was giving sailing lessons. After completing two of their courses, I talked my brother Dave into going to the Annapolis Sailing School for a week in 1990. We learned how to sail both small and big boats there and the rest is history, revealed by a few photographs below. |
CHESAPEAKE BAY
![]() ![]() Party aboard the Annapolis Sailing School's O'Day 38 docked at St. Michaels, Maryland. Is this the life, or what? Besides having a ball, we learned an amazing amount about sailing during this week. At the end, we could each skipper that big boat, a feat that seemed impossible at the beginning. Schoolboys Jim, Ken, Dave and our instructor Randy, July, 1989. After that week it was difficult to stay off the Bay. I found friends to charter boats with me for a few summers. When they moved out of town, I sailed with a club out of Annapolis. The Chesapeake Bay is the penultimate cruising grounds in the country due to its hundreds of rivers, creeks, streams, bays, and inlets, most of which provide shelter when anchored at night. A few scenes of the many memorable times follow.
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The summer of 1991 (the same trip that Erika helped me to rediscover cycling), I went to the Wooden Boat Schoool in Camden Maine for a week. I was on a 52 ft wooden schooner with 3 other students. I had long been interested in wooden boats, so this was a fascinating experience. The boat was only about 5 years old, but it had been built as a replica to exacting standards. It even had a full-size cast iron stove that served both for cooking and as a heat source on the cool Maine nights. The fresh bread that came out of that oven was incredible, as was the sailing in Maine waters. I can't find my photos of this trip right now, but here's a shot of a dock at the school. The tidal range is about 10 feet, explaining the need for a floating dock of this type.
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My family is responsible for Lake Michigan sailing. Brother Dave once took me to a friend's boat on Green Bay for a few days. Brother Jon has a wonderful new Hunter 32 at the Milwaukee Yacht Club, scene of a family fiesta every July 4th to watch the fireworks display on the Milwaukee waterfront. Needless to say, I am green with envy and consider it totally unfair that my little brother should have such a great boat! I content myself with vicarious living on it though.
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In March 1999, I had the unique opportunity to sail on America 2, Dennis Connor's boat in the Freemantle Australia America's Cup. Once we were out in the channel, it flew like the wind, even with a shorter mast and smaller sail. I was thrilled beyond belief.
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