- Cabin Fever?
- 2005 Spring Cruise ~ Jetty Island, Port of Everett
- SAGA OF THE WOODWIND ROCK
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Wikipedia’s got it wrong. They say, “Cabin Fever is an idiomatic term for a claustrophobic reaction that takes place when a person or group is isolated and/or shut in, in a small space, with nothing to do, for an extended period”... Not. As a northern sailor I know cabin fever. Get it every year about this time. It’s a reaction that takes place when I’m isolated from my boat for over three months with another two months of winter weather to go. Mid February is upon us but there is still hard frozen snow in my yard with more cold weather and snow in the forecast! I know Cabin Fever symptoms really well. That pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, which has already consumed far too much firewood with no end in sight. The tired eyes from rereading my favorite sailing books, TREKKA, MAIDEN VOYAGE, WORLD CRUISING
ROUTES. Some years I reread all 21 books of the Jack Aubrey adventures by Patrick O’Brian. And then the anticipation, oft near desperate, while awaiting the next issue of Cruising World to sate my fevered hunger. Yep, I got it ~ bad…
Sometimes the only cure is for Catherine to tuck me into our bed and whilst I recover sipping medicinal rum she will read me excerpts from our previous season’s cruising logbook.
“We dropped the hook in the small cove between
and the towering cliffs of basalt forming the northern wall of the anchorage. The water was calm and taking on a hint of golden from the setting sun. After a long day passage it is most always refreshing to bring the vessel to a stop. Secure the hook in good holding sand, let out a hundred feet of chain, and take a deep breath in the cockpit. Not another boat in sight. No roads. No houses. Just a crescent, sandy beach bordered to the north by the tall dark cliffs and a small, steep walled, uninhabited island between us and the body of Hell Gate Island and the main channel of the Roosevelt Lake Columbia River. As the vessel and crew settle to quiet we spy a mother whitetail doe with a near grown fawn moving quietly from their browse under the bitterbrush and into the shadows of a lone copse of ponderosa pines. Canadian geese call in their flight overhead, vanishing into the dark but colorful western sky. As Catherine and I touch glasses in a toast to another evening aboard I note the sky and the Merlot are of the same color and a smile crosses my lips thinking to myself, “we are drinking the sky”.
With that I’ll drift into a pleasant sleep, dreaming of bright sails and warm breezes, a good old boat and well found mate. Secure in the knowledge winter will pass…
|The S/V AQUILA in Hell Gate Island anchorage, Lake Roosevelt, WA. Photo by Foster|
"Never a ship sails out of a bay, but carries my heart as a stowaway." -
Mercier Montgomery Roselle
The year was ’05, early in the spring. April as I recall. Catherine and I had hauled our 27’ Lyle Hess designed sailing vessel, Osprey, over the Cascade Mountain Range from eastern Washington to Everett, a coastal town on Possession Sound on the eastern edge of the Salish Sea. The plan was to rendezvous with our good friends Richard and Liza on their custom 30’ motor/sailor Chak Chak and spend a few days cruising Puget Sound. Life made other plans for our friends and they were delayed for a couple of days. No problem – the weather was fair and it felt good to my mate and I to simply have our vessel back in the water after a frozen winter dry storage period. Of course in early April the waterfront is rather quiet, especially when compared with the bustling warmer months, thus for the most part we had the launch ramp and guest dock much to ourselves.
The Port of Everett Marina and launch ramps are built in the tide zone of the mouth of the Snohomish River. Directly across from the port is Jetty Island, owned by the Port of Everett. Jetty Island, a narrow, 2-mile long man-made island, known for it’s large sandy beaches and relatively warm water. In the early 1900s the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers to attempted to create a freshwater harbor west of downtown Everett. Now a day-use park with no facilities other than a limited space dock. Jetty Island days are celebrated by the City of Everett Parks and Recreation Department during the summer. The park also provides free ferry service to the island from the 10th Street Boat Launch from June through the Labor Day holiday weekend. The wide flat beaches and strong winds make the island a popular destination for kiteboarding and these unique nautical athletes feature prominently later in this story.
|Lyle Hess designed Balboa 27 ~ Osprey. We have since upgraded to a larger vessel but still fondly recall the many of thousands of miles we cruised in comfort and safety in this good old boat. Photo by J. Foster Fanning|
|These kite-sailors are getting ready for lift-off. Photo by J. Foster Fanning|
Essentially kiteboarding, from this layman’s understanding, is a sport where a board rider is pulled through, across or just above the water on a large, controllable kite. The kite is attached via a harness to the rider who stands on the board. There were a number of differing kites and boards on the scene, representative of the wide spread in proficiency in the riders we witnessed. We had a fine afternoon watching a dozen of more kiteboarders, each with large colorful kites flying across, hovering in place or laying on the beach. Of course there was a dog or two in the mix, chasing and barking at it’s owner as kite and rider sped off harnessing the power of the wind in a manner somewhat the similar but at the same time so different than we normally do. Both Catherine and I were attracted to this sport and given the chance would have gladly tried our hands at it. As we drifted off with the riders toward the Jetty Island docks I knew we’d be back out on the morrow if the weather held and the kiteboarders returned.
That evening aboard Osprey we finally felt settled in. Most everything had been stowed, as mentioned earlier – the ever present checklist was down to a bare minimum and one our of the upgrades that I had finally finished installing after finding the correct parts was our new propane stove oven (an up-grade from a two burner stove). Catherine baked a sumptuous meal filling the vessel with wonderful smells of a fresh baked dinner and adding additional warmth to the already cozy to the cabin. Our small catalytic heater and a few well placed oil lamps augmenting our electrical lights really gave a pleasant air to the vessel and it was nice to be able to open the hatch, even on a rather cool early spring night and still be entirely comfortable below while early spring stars twinkled in.
|This was a fun crowd to hang out with on Jetty Island. |
Photo J. Foster Fanning
|Catherine on the dock, S/V Osprey tied portside. Note the river current. Spring lines were essential. |
Photo by J. Foster Fanning
SAGA OF THE WOODWIND
This is a 'relatively' true story. Not even the names have been changed to protect anyone....
SAGA OF THE WOODWIND ROCK
I was deep in sleep ‘way down below
when the Cap’n called “Heave ho, heave ho!”
In me skivies brief ‘n without relief he kept a yelling “Lets go, lets go!”
Well up on deck ‘twas all aheck in the wind, ‘n the rain, ‘n the snow.
‘N me mates, up there ‘was a fashionable pair I’m willing to tell all true;
They was all decked out ‘without a doubt in their skivies, white, black, ‘n blue.
Now the problem seems ‘that in betweens the rudder ‘n the keel;
A rock appeared, ‘unannounced I feared ‘n bothering the Cap’n a great deal.
Now a warning beware ‘if pon Woodwind you dare,
for the skippers a bit of a bear.
‘N out the boom in the falling tide gloom the bear ordered that I go.
Twas with my balls clenched tight ‘in me jockies bright that I scooched out twards the end.
Then the Cap’n called ‘as the deckhand hauled “Yo David, another bend!”
Well David heaved ‘n the Cap’n ho’ed while I scooched out the boom.
Now the whole big deal ‘twas to get her to heel ‘n off the rock to slide.
“Nother wrap on the winch!” “Now scooch nother inch!” He’s a hard damn Cap’n to abide.
With me cheeks clenched tight I gained ‘nother bite ‘whilst David cranked the winch bar.
But the Cap’n heaved ‘imself it seemed ‘n he joined me out on that spar.
O’re starboard we hung ‘me nuts nearly done twixt the sailties, reeflines & clews.
“Nother inch,” he yelled but me butt cheeks quelled as I teetered o’re those wet, deep, hues.
“Heel her ho! Heel her ho!” “Lets get her to go!” Said he on the edge of the brink.
“Heel her hell, here we go!” Thought I rather slow ‘bout to tip me arse in the drink.
‘N there we heaved ‘N there we ho’ed
‘N there we hauled But never she go’ed.
“Second anchor away!” “Now we’ll get her to sway!”
Called the Cap’n to the crew. ‘N off he goes ‘in the dinghy he rows
while David ‘n I search out our clothes.
Anchor rode to the halyard ‘n up the mast.
“Move it on boys!” “Make it fast!”
David on the handle ‘n me on the bow
‘n the Cap’n hanging high ‘bove the ol’ leaky scow.
“Heave hi boys, ho!” “heave ho boys, go!” “Leave nothing to chance or luck.”
‘N with another great heave so off she sleeves floating gently into the saltchuck…
|Now if this happened at'll twas probably in White Rock Cove on Jedediah Island ~ but you never know...|