Pentwater to Frankfort
This was a pretty uneventful sail. With following winds and swells, the Caprice is capricious to control, and the autopilot tends to overcompensate (more on that later). I tried to run with both jib and main to one side or the other, then the spinnaker, and finally wing-on-wing. Neither is comfortable and because the Caprice rolls like a mother and will not keep a stable course with the autopilot. Steering by hand for hours and hours wasn't much fun. My usual routine when weather and conditions permit is to set and trim sails, then set the autopilot and grab a book. My egg timer reminds me every 15 minutes to look around.
I got attacked by swarms of little flies early on, but they seem to live literally only hours, and either get eaten by spiders, drown or just freeze to death. No photos today.
As I was experimenting with different sails another sailboat, a larger Hunter, caught up with me on a straight course going north. I kept zig-zagging away from shore and towards it to gain some stability and speed, actually. I ended up meeting this Hunter several times when I zig-zagged.
I got attacked by swarms of little flies early on, but they seem to live literally only hours, and either get eaten by spiders, drown or just freeze to death. No photos today.
As I was experimenting with different sails another sailboat, a larger Hunter, caught up with me on a straight course going north. I kept zig-zagging away from shore and towards it to gain some stability and speed, actually. I ended up meeting this Hunter several times when I zig-zagged.
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