By popular demand, MRS MUMBLES went back to Plum Island Sound for some more punting!
Strapped to the roof of the car, we shot down to meet again with Dan Noyes and his idiosyncratic 12 punt, and were instead met with calamity-- Dan was dismasted at the bottom of the ramp. While he was sheeting in his dipping lug to fiddle, he wind, barreling down the river at a steady 15kts sent a higher and unanticipated gust which filled the lugsail and broke his burly spruce mastwhich in turn wrecked his mast thwart. His punt was on the hard, so it couldnt heel, applying full force to the mast and partner assembly.
There was a moment of collective hair grabbing and talk of what the wind was going to do to my bendy POPLAR DOWEL mast and accompanying spars, and what kind of hypothermia would set in after they were chewed up and sent overboard.
The damage is done.
HOWEVER, we are burly New England sailormen, and such trivial matters such as masts, strong winds, and 33F/1C air temperatures hardly register on our annoyance scale when the sun shines as bright as it does and the water beckons. Its only going to get colder, after all. We adjusted our plans and sailed to the flats instead, to do some clamming. MRS MUMBLES secretly loves Dan, so I offered to sail her down and he could sail her back. This way, everyone got to go sailing, and MRS MUMBLES and Dan get to do their innate sailing thing, which almost sounds obscene but its not, its beautiful to watch.
Also, Dan got to take some FIRST EVAR pictures of ME sailing MRS MUMBLES. (just in case we forget).
The poise as we barrel downwinds. Note bendy mast.
Here, just at this moment, I break a thole pin. I broke two thole pins today, making it three broken in two sailing days. I need a new solution.
Downwind, under control, and check out the forestay! Bendy POPLAR mast at its finest.
On the flats, and Dan clamming in the distance.
TIME...
...AND TIDE.
One of these nifty salt pans that remain full of water, above the waterline.
Dan getting ready to go. I add this picture to show how she sits on her lines. Disregard wrinkled sail. Snotter stretched a bit.
I found ICE in Dans bilges.
Dan working MRS MUMBLES upwind and back home. She cuts a fine figure.
