Lindon Marina still has close to 40 sailboats in the water.
With the days getting shorter...
it's easy to get caught out on the lake after dark.
Red and Green, nav aid channel markers, have disappeared at Lindon Marina!
No postings. No e-mails. No information to Harbor Master.
???
No more flashing red and green "nav aids",
actually create a real safety hazard when coming into the marina at night.
Are you, and your boat, ready for night sailing without the benefit of nav aids?
Sailing at night.
Night Sailing Tips.
Night watches.
Celestial Navigation to be offered..
April 6, 13, 20 & 27, 2018
Reserve your spot now.
Sailing record on Utah Lake to be eclipsed today.
The Crosland Trophy
(Most miles sailed on a sailboat, on Utah Lake, in a 24 hour period)
Congratulations go out to new winner, Chad Chorniak,
who may still be out on the lake right now.
(Last years winners of the CT, Roger Crosland and Mitch Mahana).
This bad boy kicked up all kinds of dust, obscuring the north end of Utah Lake.
The weather guys said there were 68 MPH winds recorded in Lehi . . .
just about where we are looking.
Reefing helped keep the boat on it's feet.
5 months at sea thread.
Anacapa Lighthouse, Channel Islands
has a dark side
On the clipper ship Tryphena,
Swingin' nor'ard from the Line,
With the Trade wind blowin' steady
And her flyin' kites ashine,
Five and sixty days from Anjer
With her freight of Foochow teas,
There a sailorman lay dying,
And the words he spoke were these:
'Many a year I've sailed this packet,
And I've got to know her well,
And I've not much hopes of heaven
And I've got no use for hell:
But if so be as they'll let me,
By the great hook-block I swear,
When the old
Tryphena
wants me,
Dead as living I'll be there.'
There'll be one more at the halyards,
There'll be one more on the yard
Fisting down them thundering courses
When they're frosted good and hard,
One more tallying on the forebrace
When their waist deep soaked in foam,
One more hand to sweat the tops'ls up
And sheet t'ga'n's'ls home.
So, just off the Western Islands,
Is when he smelt the land, he died,
So's they laid aback the main y'rd
And they dropped him overside,
Then they squared away for England,
Pulley-hauling with a will,
But, for all they thought they'd left him there...
He sailed aboard her still.
And the chaps as was his shipmates
Went the way as all chaps go,
And the folks as was her owners
Sold the old ship long ago,
But whoever owned or sold her,
And whoever went or came,
The
Tryphena's
extra hand,
He sailed aboard her just the same.
And he never signed no Articles,
He never drawed no pay,
He never scoffed no vittles,
But by night as well as day,
Though you'd never know his coming,
Nor you'd never see him go,
He'd be always somewheres handy
When it's comin' on a blow.
And he'd stand by wheel and lookout,
And you'd kind o' feel him near,
Kind o' see him and not see him,
Kind o' hear him and not hear,
But the funny thing about it
Is you somehow couldn't swear
But you knew it sure as shooting
When the Extra Hand was there.
And in port, when all the chaps had gone
Ashore to take their ease,
And left the ship as lonesome
And as quiet as you please,
Not a blessed soul aboard her
But the galley cat and you,
Then you'd hear a sort o' something -
More than once I've heard it too.
Like a feller up aloft there,
Puttering round amongst the gear,
Seizing there another ratline,
Putting on a mousing here,
And rum-tumming old tunes over
Such as shell backs used to know,
In the good old China tea trade,
Many and many a year ago.
The Clipper Ship Tryphena
by
Cicely Fox Smith
Bonneville School of Sailing
www.bonnevillesailing.com
801.636.5204
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