Brand new 42 foot Tartan...Wow!
I've suffered from the pain of boat envy many times, but Connie? Never. That is, not until today. We began a three day weekend by leaving Herl's Harbor on Friday morning. The wind was light but we managed to make our way north at about 3 knots. The north bay of Kelley's Island was our destination with variable winds from the northwest, but were supposed to move to the south overnight.
While anchored, a boat came into the bay, dropped it sails and set its hook next to ours. From a mile away this boat looked good but before I could say anything, Connie says "Wow! I can't take my eyes off that boat.... it's beautiful!".
While anchored, a boat came into the bay, dropped it sails and set its hook next to ours. From a mile away this boat looked good but before I could say anything, Connie says "Wow! I can't take my eyes off that boat.... it's beautiful!".
Relaxing on board with a glass of pinot grisio.
I felt the same way... talk about a bad case of boat envy! A total of thirteen boats anchored off Kelley's that night. It was one of the best days (and nights) this summer. Saturday started with a slight wind from the south which we used to sail to Middle Bass Island to meet up with Greg Millat, his son Adam and girl friend, Megan. The closer to Middle Bass, the more wind we got. A cold front was expected to cross the lake that evening and there were already clouds and wind ahead of it.
We had a great dinner with the Millat family, drank a couple bottles of wine and played cornhole until dark. Poor Adam got stuck with the task of rowing us to and from Therapy. We hustled around the point and dropped the anchor in Schoolhouse Bay. Thunderstorms crossed the islands several times that night, the best occuring around 3:30am with really impressive cloud to ground lightning strikes as the storm passed to our south. The front finally passed over around 10:00am, providing the 12 knot winds for our ride back to Herls', some of it through the rain.
We had a great dinner with the Millat family, drank a couple bottles of wine and played cornhole until dark. Poor Adam got stuck with the task of rowing us to and from Therapy. We hustled around the point and dropped the anchor in Schoolhouse Bay. Thunderstorms crossed the islands several times that night, the best occuring around 3:30am with really impressive cloud to ground lightning strikes as the storm passed to our south. The front finally passed over around 10:00am, providing the 12 knot winds for our ride back to Herls', some of it through the rain.