But I decided I wasn't happy with the "new" hauler I had chosen (for reasons more complex than I care to go into here), so I called my regular, Steve Morse, and he fit me in for Monday, June 4. What's another week in return for a good hauler that I trust? But a June launch date hurt.
All weekend, I watched the weather with increasing trepidation: the remnants of TS Barry were supposed to affect our weather for Monday, with rain and relatively strong winds. Hardly ideal for launching and so forth, but what can you do. Still, I fretted about the forecast all weekend, particularly on Sunday afternoon when the rain and wind started coming.
Monday morning arrived with rain, drizzle, fog, and some wind--but it didn't seem too bad here in Whitefield. Steve got here at 8 and we began with a few yard moves to shuffle some boats in and out of the shop, and so forth.
Then, we loaded up Glissando and, just after 1000, headed towards the public landing at Rockland, where I planned to launch. The weather was unpleasant, but I can take a little discomfort.



During the hours' drive to Rockland, I anxiously watched the weather. The sky brightened here and there, but as we neared the coast the trees seemed to be moving a lot. Then, when I could finally see Rockland Harbor, my worst fears were confirmed: plenty of wind, and waves.
We got to the public landing, and I conferred with Steve. It looked gross out there. The wave action wasn't that bad at the ramp--it was worse in the main part of the harbor--but still, given the whole situation it just didn't seem like the smartest thing in the world to launch today. After contemplating the conditions for a while, I called it off. The fact that Steve was available on Wednesday morning, only two days hence, to try again certainly factored into my decision. As frustrating as it was to think about turning around and going home, boat and all, it helped knowing that in a couple days we could try again. The weather sounded much better then.
Things don't look that bad in this photo. Photos always flatten waves and diminsh perspective.

Add in my unfamiliarty with a new harbor and the facilities thereunto, plus the general misery of the day, and I felt pretty comfortable with my decision. I cannot praise Steve Morse enough for his helpfulness and willingness to accommodate the changes in plan.
As we left, I noticed this sad sight adjacent to the landing. Any weather bad enough to do this is too bad for me to try and launch my silly boat. I can wait a few days.

We returned back to the shop in tandem, where we blocked the boat up again, 80 miles under her belt but only a few feet from where she was this morning. Sigh.
That's OK. After the rainy ride, she needed another bath. Badly.
Better luck on Wednesday! I'll still beat Nathan to the water, though. :<P
