Thx
Bob
PS Below is an excerpt from a email I sent to my son describing our launching experience and the source of these inquiries. It was interesting
We drove up late Friday evening to avoid the heavy Memorial day weekend traffic and daytime heat. Got to the house at about 1 AM, and got a well deserved nights sleep. We were at the Marina at about 9:30 AM Saturday morning. We were the first ones at the launching dock but after talking to the monitor at the launching dock I decided to set up in the upper public parking lot (like we had in the prior two years) because I have my own mast raising system and do not need to use the heavy mast raising rig provided at the launching dock. Therefore we could leave this area open for others to use. The winds were horrifically strong and constant, we had 2-3 foot caps on the lake. Not much to an ocean sailor but I had never seen these size waves on Lake Dillon before. I considered delaying the rigging and launch, but the forecast was to be strong winds all weekend...so...when it gets tough...the tough get going (BS and etc, etc). On the news that night it was reported that Dillon was getting strong winds with gusts as high as 79 mph!!! Really made the boat rock setting on the trailer.
We started to attach the hardware (life lines, shrouds, spreaders, etc.) when Mom provided me my memorable vision of the weekend. Somehow(???) while sitting on the deck she slid off the boat. She grabbed the life lines and hung on to them suspended about two feet in the air. My sage advice was to let go and just drop the two feet. But she refused and Thomas hurriedly put the step ladder under her. We finally got the mast up when a young lady Dillon police officer pulled next to our boat and got out. She asked us how things were going and I replied Pretty good until you showed up...you know me always politically correct ??? Despite my subdued (really!!!) protestations she told us we would have to immediately move to the launch area to complete our launch preparations. Of course there were now 3 boats backed up in this area to use the heavy mast raising system to step their mast. Sort of proves the old maxim ...no good deed goes unpunished. So...we moved the boat and completed our setup. We then maneuvered between the 3 other boats to use the launching ramp, but when I started to back up the trailer brakes would lock up because the reverse light was not hooked up to the surge brake lockout. I when to the Marina office and fortunately they had a C-clamp I could borrow to block the surge brake. So we get the boat in the water with Tom and Mom holding ropes and I backing the trailer down the ramp. The wind and waves were tossing the boat against the launch ramp while I pulled the trailer out of the water and hurried to get aboard the boat. The boat was bouncing up and down like a wild bronco. I immediately opened the water ballast gate to get some weight and dropped the dagger board and rudders. Tom jumped on the boat with me and mom went to the truck to move it to a parking area. While parking the truck and trailer mom lightly hit another trailer and broke a lens on one of the sealed tail lights used on boat trailers. Meanwhile, Tom and I are on the boat making circles in front of the marina waiting for Mom to come to the slip to help us land the boat. This had been a concern to me all day since the Macgregor has a reputation as being very difficult to maneuver in high winds due to its high freeboard. So I was expecting a lot of difficulty getting into my slip. Finally we see mom waiting for us at the dock so we head in. Actually got it in on the first try without to much difficulty and we start to secure the boat to the dock in the windy and very cold wet spray conditions. We do a few final chores and finally start to leave the dock, while walking off the dock mom removes a mast light plug from her pocket to hand to me. We had stepped on the plug while setting everything up, but not a big deal I could reattach the wires to the plug later since we had just stripped it off the wires. Unfortunately , mom dropped the plug on the dock and it fell thru the cracks into the lake. So it was the perfect end to the unperfect day...
