Monday at Lake Dillon




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Dillon Update: 60 boats are now registered so far for the open, including about
Heron Lake: 7153.17 feet elev., 192,188 acre feet. Down 4 inches and 1200 a.f. in 72 hours; it appears that the Conservancy is taking water. Rio Chama flows are 68 c.f.s. (25 minimum, 7u5 maximum in the past 72 hours), Azotea Tnell 14 c.f.s. (9 min. 23 max.), Willow Creeek 27 c.f.s. (10 min., anomalous high maximum reading).
We made it to the Spinnaker condos at Dillon, CO. The unit is nice with all the facilities we need and room for extra crew. Now we need to drop the boat off at the marina and then rig it tomorroww.
We have a condo for next week just about a block from the Dillon Marina, a slip for Black Magic, and have registered for the regatta. Carol Anne has painted the boat trailer and is busy shopping and packing. After tonight's sailing club social, Tadpole and I will join her. If all goes well, by this time tomorrow we'll be surrounded by 14,000-foot mountain peaks and well on our way. With luck, we'll be doing our bit to contribute to the madness that is the largest sailing regatta/party in the Rockies. Dillon's 3800 surface acres will see up to a 120 keelboats and who knows how many dinghies milling about in the chilly mountain waters.
Black Magic left the water again yesterday and is getting ready for Dillon.
Tuesday afternoon it was time to head back up from the city through the mesas and arroyos up to Heron Lake. En route, "Sam" came aboard in Santa Fe to spend the evening, and we arrived at the marina just as Carol Anne and Tadpole had launched her Etchells, Black Magic. Sam and I fired up the outboard on another of our boats, Syzygy, to jaunt across the cove and coordinate plans. (The general principal is to never drive a land vehicle when it's shorter, more convenient, and enjoyable to use a boat.) With threatening weather and distant rumbles of lightning, we didn't take time to try to sail, but got across the cove fairly quickly (not too quickly on a no-wake lake with a very enthusiastic law enforcement park ranger) to confer. Sam got to help Tadpole bring the newly repaired Black Magic back to her slip in the marina, while I scotted ahead of them to dock Syzygy and then help with Black Magic. Afterwards we enjoyed burgers on the marina grill and the sounds of the storm and a bit of rain along with good conversation among ourselves and the dockmasters before bringing Tad, Sam, a cello, and a string bass southward.
Tuesday afternoon it was time to head back up from the city through the mesas and arroyos up to Heron Lake. En route, "Sam" came aboard in Santa Fe to spend the evening, and we arrived at the marina just as Carol Anne and Tadpole had launched her Etchells, Black Magic. Sam and I fired up the outboard on another of our boats, Syzygy, to jaunt across the cove and coordinate plans. (The general principal is to never drive a land vehicle when it's shorter, more convenient, and enjoyable to use a boat.) With threatening weather and distant rumbles of lightning, we didn't take time to try to sail, but got across the cove fairly quickly (not too quickly on a no-wake lake with a very enthusiastic law enforcement park ranger) to confer. Sam got to help Tadpole bring the newly repaired Black Magic back to her slip in the marina, while I scotted ahead of them to dock Syzygy and then help with Black Magic. Afterwards we enjoyed burgers on the marina grill and the sounds of the storm and a bit of rain along with good conversation among ourselves and the dockmasters before bringing Tad, Sam, a cello, and a string bass southward.
Welcome to New Mexico, land of clear skies and endless views, home, unfortunately, to shrinking lakes. Wait! What's that rumble? Thunder and lightning, oh my! Yes, the monsoon season has finally confirmed itself; good rains a couple of weeks ago have been followed by occasional showers here and there, and the south part of Albuquerque just got a good little storm this morning, enough to leave puddles and knock out some traffic lights.
Last week's rains gave much-needed relief to New Mexico's farmers, foresters, and sailors.
Shown below are the fine cracks in the interior starboard near-waterline area where there's a minor partial bulkhead (not the tank bulkhead) on USA 125, Black Magic.
Heron Lake:
Sailing provided a welcome relief, but not relaxation, from moving a few tons of gravel at the cabin during the Fourth of July holiday weekend. Monday's "Long Race" was short on competitors but gave us a nice excuse for a long sail. Tuesday's sailing got a bit too exciting as a passing thunderstorm kicked up erratic winds and made for difficult docking. A ketch was capsized, but fortunately the two crew who went overboard were rescued.
Sailing provided a welcome relief, but not relaxation, from moving a few tons of gravel at the cabin during the Fourth of July holiday weekend. Monday's "Long Race" was short on competitors but gave us a nice excuse for a long sail. Tuesday's sailing got a bit too exciting as a passing thunderstorm kicked up erratic winds and made for difficult docking. A ketch was capsized, but fortunately the two crew who went overboard were rescued.
Sailing provided a welcome relief, but not relaxation, from moving a few tons of gravel at the cabin during the Fourth of July holiday weekend. Monday's "Long Race" was short on competitors but gave us a nice excuse for a long sail. Tuesday's sailing got a bit too exciting as a passing thunderstorm kicked up erratic winds and made for difficult docking. A ketch was capsized, but fortunately the two crew who went overboard were rescued.