As stated in our last post, the Blue Angels were in Traverse City to kick off the National Cherry Festival. This was their first appearance since they lost one of their pilots in a crash back in April. We’ve been catching occasional glimpses of them over the campground recently. Earlier in the week, they screamed up behind us while we were biking the Leelanau Trail with Diana’s cousin Nancy and her husband David, causing me to duck out of instinct!
Parallel to all of this, our friends Rod and Mary were in the process of settling into their new-to-them Ericson 30 plus sailing sloop. After navigating it from its previous home port of Boyne City and getting a feel for what-went-where, they invited us out for a day of sailing, along with our mutual friends Lane and Patti. Our plan was to journey from their slip in Suttons Bay to the south end of the West Arm of Grand Traverse Bay to view the Blue Angels air show. Diana’s and my actual sailing experience at the helm has consisted of piloting a Sunfish around Fife Lake, so we knew the concept of tacking and jibing. I’ve helped raise the sails on large schooners before in Maine, but that’s about it with a multi-sail vessel. No doubt, this was going to be a treat!
For perspective, our trip was going to take us from Suttons Bay (denoted with the green bubble), around Stony Point and south to Traverse City (red bubble) and back. Round trip distance was around 40 miles.
Mary pulled the bow line, jumped on board and we were off!
Rod motored us out of the harbor and out across Suttons Bay. A former career captain for a major airline, he has the calm demeanor needed to handle a larger craft like this. He has had other smaller sailboats in his youth, but this is new territory for him. Lane and I crewed for him, with both of us being newbies. Rod provided clear instruction to his mates and we learned quickly. The only casualty of the day came early on, as a wind gust caught the bill of the captain’s favorite Gulfstream hat and sent it over the stern. Davey Jones is sporting a new cap. 😦
There wasn’t much wind to be found in Suttons Bay, so we motored out around Stony Point. Rod commented that his two cylinder 16 horsepower diesel sounded like the African Queen. It definitely chugged right along!
Here’s Lane scanning the shoreline behind us after tending to the forward sail, known as a jib.
Before too long, we had wind in the sails and we were cruising south.
Diana, being the Girl Scout she is, came prepared with an additional hat. Rod gladly made use of it.
Patti and Lane were drinking in the view also. 🙂 We started out with a fickle wind, but the breeze picked up as the day progressed.
As we passed Bowers Harbor, we saw several planes and jets doing acrobatics over Traverse City. Following that, the Blue Angels’ C-130 transport nicknamed Fat Albert took to the stage.
This giant plane made several tight turns and climbs, passing just above the water in several cases. On its last pass southward across the water, it made a steep climb over Traverse City and the five Blue Angels jets came screaming northward underneath it. One had to temporarily drop out of formation with an unknown issue, but the other four continued on. They looped off to the west and headed up to the top of Grand Traverse Bay, then blazed southward past us!
They were really moving!
Here’s what a 20 mile long smoke trail looks like at water level. 🙂
It’s amazing to see them fly so close together!
Before long, the fifth plane rejoined them and they were really putting on a show!
This is one of my favorites. Nothing like a supersonic game of chicken. 🙂
As the show wound down, a wave of watercraft headed northward past us, kicking up an unpredictable chop. Patti had headed below deck to retrieve a bottle of dry reisling to toast the day and christen the vessel. She stood in the hatchway with an open bottle as we came about and didn’t spill a drop…a testament to her sea legs and the craft’s stability!
On our way back north, we passed the topsail schooner Manitou, which was also under full sail. The wind had swung around to the north, so we had to tack and jibe all the way back. Fortunately, the bay is wide and over 300 feet deep, so we were able to complete the trip with just a couple of manuvers.
We pulled back into Suttons Bay just before sunset, all of us a bit tuckered out. 🙂
We helped Rod and Mary stow the main sail, then headed back to the campground to let their dog out for them. We all had a marvelous time and really learned a lot! Thank you for the wonderful day, Rod and Mary!