This was originally written when I was sailing with my parents. July 22-Aug 5. This is part 1 of 2. I am posting it for the first time.
Well, another adventure is winding down. I had traveled with my parents from Buffalo, NY to Montreal on Dad’s Schooner that he built. I crewed to help them navigate the St. Lawrence Seaway. We did 15 locks in 2 weeks and was quite the learning experience for everyone.
This made me remember how much I love traveling and how much it affects me. I just love that daily moving and to see new places, the uncertainty of what every day brings. I divide my life into travel and reality but I really want my reality to reflect my wonder of travel.
I think I am catching you up on our second week of our little sailing adventure. One bummer is that in Rochester I left my phone at the marina and didn’t realize it till we had anchored up for the night. I was able to call the next day and the operator, Megan, FOUND IT! Phew. The handy thing about leaving it in Rochester is that I have a friend that works there. That is also where I am flying out to go back home.
Sailing into Oswego the next day we came upon a festival happening and the band, Stone Soul Foundation, playing over the harbor gave a shout out to the Rover as we came in. It was pretty cool to sail into the harbor and take down our sails as we came in. Aunt Patti had told me that the Rover would be getting lots of attention on the water. People don’t see anything like it. I didn’t fully understand this until sailing. Every port people are coming up to our boat or driving by and commenting on it. I see boats taking pictures, people ask to take pictures. Last night I heard a woman out on the dock trying to get my Dad’s attention so that she could be in a picture with him. He’s got the perfect Captain look going. His hair and shaggy beard are stark white and he just broke in a brand new pipe while I was on board. He’s in love with that pipe. How perfect is it to have this old looking wood boat tied up to a dock and then have a white haired old man with a pipe step out of the pilot house?
In the two weeks we sailed we had one rolly day. The weather wasn’t bad, it was just that the waves were not in our favor and just rocked us all day long. I did a lot of sleeping. I’ve never thrown up from sea sickness but I do have to concentrate some times. The day was followed by a day of not enough wind. Dad pulled out the fisherman sail for some added speed.
So a schooner is a sailboat with 2 masts, the taller mast being in the back. Between the masts is a gap that a sail can be strung up at the top, where the two sails taper off but that sail can’t change direction, it has to be raised on the side you want it to sail on. It’s a temporary sail to bring out when it’s not too windy. The general rule is that it will add a knot to your speed. The story goes that in the days of fishing on sail boats the first boat back to the docks got the best price for the fish so it was always a race. The fishermen began raising their kelp and seaweed full nets like a sail for added leverage which eventually was replaced by an actual sail.
The Rover has 4 sails and with the fisherman that makes 5. I think Dad has had the fisherman out 3 times so it’s a rare thing. One day we had the perfect conditions to put up the fisherman. As we sailed and with the bright sails perfectly puffed out Dad lamented how he has never been able to see Rover at full sail. “We’ll just wait for a motorboat to come along.” We decided. Sure enough a motorboat with a family came by and told us what a pretty boat we had. Dad waved them over and they were able to pull up right along side us. I asked them to take my camera and take pictures of Rover which they happily agreed to do, they were in no hurry. It turns out that the mother, Lori Deiter, is a photographer! She took several beautiful shots and we are so thankful to them for taking the time.
I will tell about the rest of the trip next week. Mom and Dad are on an amazing journey. Dad’s childhood dream has been to sail around the world. He finally got to begin his dream at the age of 50 when he retired. Mom, on the other hand, cannot swim and is quite fearful of weather, wind, big waves, etc. We’ll see how far they get together. If you’re interested on the rest of the story check out their Facebook Page and follow along on the adventures. There’s many more pictures to see. Mom and I get a little carried away.