“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain

Spring of 2013


This is, by far, the worst spring in our 8 years of owning a boat. It’s May 26th, just a couple days from June and less than a month from summer (and my 38th birthday).  It’s the Sunday of Memorial Day Weekend.  It’s the 40th day Smitty has been in the water this season.  

And it’s less than 50 degrees outside, raining, the wind is blowing at about 20 kts with gusts up to 35 kts, there is a “Small Craft Advisory” until 4 AM tomorrow and we’re down in the cabin wearing pants with the heater on.  This spring sucks!

Yesterday we drove down the Cape to help some friends rig and setup their new-to-them Catalina 30.  It was cold and rainy but we bent on the sails anyways.  It ended up down pouring on us while we were fighting with a genny that didn’t want to go all the way up.  The hole time having to listen to their non-sailing friends from Connecticut make fun of Chris and mines Boston accents (Admittedly, he and I both have really strong accents and my Bride even joined in at one point since she was originally a Nutmegger.  But one of the worst things for us that do have strong Boston accents is listening to people trying to fake one).  Eventually we got the genny on and furled and the mainsail on and flaked.  Then cold and wet, we headed into the Chart Room for some lobster bisque/clam chowder and stuff quahogs.  

When we made it back to our boat at 8:30 PM, instead of seeing dock friends having a good time drinking and hanging out on their boats, we saw a cold, dark, empty dock.  We donned our fowlies and walked down the dock to quickly clammer on board, shut everything up behind us and turned the heater on.  The thought of having a cocktail and a cigar in the cockpit didn’t even come up.  

I’ve done almost all of the down below boat projects/maintenance.  I can’t do the on deck ones because its either raining or too cold to use sealants and waxes.  


If all holds true in the forecast (ha! that’s a good one), than I will be able to complete a few on deck projects this afternoon and maybe get out for a sail.  Tomorrow looks to be really good and that could mean a nice long sail.  

Enough complaining, time to find a project to knock of the list.  If only I had some more heat-shrink ring terminals.  Anybody have any 18-22 gauge heat-shrink ring terminals in the Hingham area?

SIDE NOTE: In an attempt to not be such an overly serious douche bag and enjoy life more, I have decided to embrace the pirate culture that is so often present among sailboaters.  To that end, I have purchased the first “Jolly Roger” to fly on Smitty or any boat I have owned.  

3 thoughts on “Spring of 2013

  1. When I saw the flag, “D.J. steels the ball!” rang in my head. Great flag.
    Sorry ’bout the whether. And we ALL bitch ‘n whine on occasion.
    ‘Enjoying your blog ( I lived in Boston in the 80’s, a soft spot of mine)

  2. Ha ha. I like that. It is kind of stereotypical for an Irish guy from the Boston area.

    The weather did get better and we got out for a sail on Monday. So 1 out of 3 days for a holiday weekend. I’ll take it but I am still hoping for a great summer.

    Thanks for reading. When are you getting Zoot in the water?


    • Ol’ Zoot will be splashing in a couple of weeks, if not sooner.
      Irish!? I’m not, but I did live on Bunker Hill Str. a couple of years (88-89). Interesting town and I got alot of respect driving a dark green VW Thing!

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