Block Island until Friday

By Sailor Keddy -
There is a tiny weather window this afternoon that could get us to Montauk. The wind is supposed to calm, although only slightly, and remain in a favorable direction until it clocks around to the west this evening. The only problem is the sea state, which is still around 8 ft with a very short period. Not a comfortable ride at all. Considering that, combined with the fact that going to Montauk will only save us 10 miles overall, I've made the decision to forgo getting the crap beaten out of us today for a very small return. I'm going to order a new jib from Florida and wait this thing out until Friday. I really can't believe its been honking with gusts over 30 knots out of the north since Sunday afternoon. Tonight through Thursday its supposed to do the same from the west. It's November weather in October. High pressure is supposed to build in from Canada this weekend, which looks like a good window to shoot straight from here to New Jersey. In the meantime, Jon is making a chain of Monkey's Fists and Carla is knitting a headband. I think I'll join in the creativity and go make a sweet bag out of that old jib...

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Joshua said…
Jon H was talking about a ship store on Block Island that might be able to help you right away. Did you find it? If not give Jon a call I'm sure he can direct you to the store.
October 6, 2010 at 8:58 AM
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