Category Archives: Sailing

Two-stroke engines

Fighting the outboard battle with the family sloop. Can’t even leave the dock until the wind is blowing 5 to 10 mph for fear I won’t be able to make a timely return. Because the ten-year-old Suzuki 4 outboard has turned cranky and unreliable. I think it needs a carburetor rebuild, and am reading up on that on the Internet. While trying not to stare too longingly at a new 3.5 hp Tohatsu four-stroke, or a far more pricey Torqeedo 801 electric, with a built-in, rechargable battery, that’s said to be the equivalent of a two horse gas engine. Prudence says to do the carb work. But a little voice says get a new motor and spend more time sailing. Decisions, decisions.

Draining Lake Travis

Some people worry a lot about Lake Travis, especially when new municipalities start negotiating with the Lower Colorado River Authority for access. The lake is a reservoir, with customers downstream, and a certain vulnerability to the weather. So it goes up and down, and up and down. Last year it was waaaayyy down. Which is when this outfit got started and used one of my photos, which they have finally attributed, for which I am grateful. Cute cartoon, too. Check it out.

UPDATE:  And, then, I don’t when, they went toes up and the photo also disappeared.

No wind

Not enough to sail, that is, this morning on Lake Travis. So I about blistered my fingers trying to start the Suzuki outboard. Finally caught but would only race. Turned it down to idle and it quit, so I started it again and let it race until it finally would idle. Still trying to find on Google why little outboards do that. Finally gave up on sailing and came home, bringing the wood backing for the swing-keel winch home to glue the laminate where it is coming off back on. Never a dull moment with a boat. Will try to sail tomorrow.

Bottom jobs

Not exactly the Seablogger’s "Wheel of Karma," but his mention of needing a bottom job for his cabin cruiser in order to sell it reminds me I need to get one for the family sloop just to keep using it. It’s been almost seven years. Too long, even for fresh-water Lake Travis. It sets my teeth on edge when I notice the way the grunge is creeping above the water line on the transom. I used to get the specialized sanding and paintwork done every four years, but that was before the price topped $1,000. Nowadays it’s also harder to find a place on the lake to do it, as environmental laws harrass those who try to provide the service. I think Easy Street marina might still offer them. I need to call and find out.

Oops

All that Hill Country rain yesterday has the Llano and Pedernales rivers running almost 4,000 cubic feet per second. Since both feed into the Highland Lakes, it’s just a matter of time before Lake Travis starts climbing again. In fact, the LCRA is predicting a rise of about half a foot by this evening. Fortunately that would be only about 683 feet msl, and the rain is expected to be over by tonight.

Choice sail

The outboard is still giving me trouble, but the breeze was 5 to 10 mph this morning so I couldn’t resist. Perfect light-air ghosting back and forth across Cypress Creek Arm on Lake Travis. Quiet out there with just one or two motorboats in the distance. The water-skiing kids are back in school, of course. I spent a happy ninety minutes on the stick (sailor-speak for tiller). Then, shortly before noon, the breeze quit. Outboard brought me back, then conked out on the approach to the slip, but the Catalina 22 had enough forward momentum to continue on in. Puffy cumulonimbus clouds were rolling over, per the forecast afternoon storms, but I got all the sails covered and went home before any rain fell.

Bartholomew Fair

"Bartholomew Fair" is what Napoleonic-era British sailors would say to describe a (insert ethnic group) fire drill, or confused series of unnecessary screwups on the water. It pretty well describes the beginning of my singlehanding of the family sloop this morning for the first time in twenty-one months. The pristine quiet (not another boat in sight) was shattered by the sound of my cursing. First the outboard wouldn’t stay running, so I had to push the twenty-two footer out of the slip and fall off on a beam reach as soon as I could get the mainsail to fill. The 5-10 mph wind was coming from dead ahead the slip, which helped. But upon hoisting the jibsail, I found that I had neglected to fasten the tack to the bow. Fortunately the sail snagged, rather than fly all the way up the forestay unfastened. That gave me time to tie off the tiller and go forward to unsnag it and fasten the tack. But, with the wind from dead ahead, to get out of the relatively narrow channel, as we refer to Cypress Creek Arm on Lake Travis, required constant tacking. By the time I was halfway to the main basin, I was exhausted and dripping with sweat. So I wore around and made for the dock on a broad reach, the wind now behind me. That was a pleasure, though too short. I didn’t even try the outboard, but rounded into the wind to get the jib down and then fell off down to the slip. I coasted into the berth under mainsail alone and just kissed the dock (instead of ramming it). At least the ending was elegant. Hopefully, Wednesday will be easier, if it doesn’t rain as forecast.