|This was her launch and haul-out at the RRYC. She now sits on Typhoon Alley with her enviable hull paint.|
When I first got the Typhoon, I thought something long forgotten, yet integral to old world sailing would well typify her curious name, Baggy Wrinkles. Yet it seems these Albergs are all throw-backs to another era. All the skippers are having to keep up with maintenance, but the hulls are solid, and the designs are timeless. They all seem to be like Baggy Wrinkles to me, thus if one word typified the Albergs for me, it is Baggy Wrinkles. And now, I see the term is bigger than I thought. So it seems natural that this blog will continue with the same name as the larger design, the Alberg 30, now enters the adventure and takes the stage.
We're in the process of vetting the Alberg 30's name right now. First Mate and I have been sorting through the pile of ridiculous boat names to find our silly name too. No, it won't be Baggy Wrinkles, that's unique to the Typhoon Hull 729. In fact, her new owner told me the name is remaining, quite an honor to know. We've selected a name but are washing the lists to find it. It appears that on a list of 10,000 sailboat names (vis-a-vis the internet) it does not appear there. So, this will be forthcoming. Tic, toc....
Keeping this blog is also a way of keeping tabs on the "start point" of this, new to us, Alberg 30, and of seeing the progress and sharing across the blogosphere ideas for maintaining and improving a classic design. Also, seems some of the member sites which promote these ideas, are not all as fluid and easy to read, visually, as the keepers of them are not savvy to new platforms, etc. I like to be able to read things on the net easily, and a blog is a quick way to read an update. I'll stick with this. Plus, Baggy Wrinkles may appear from time to time in a special cameo appearance as the new skipper pushes her into interesting situations on the Rappahannock River. I can't wait to see her at play on the river!
Meanwhile, like Baggy Wrinkles, the Alberg 30 is moving closer to us every day, from Nova Scotia, to South Carolina. First priority will be for her to survive the drive from the boat yard to our Club site, which is less than 3 miles, yet the tires on the trailer are 15 years old. This ought to be interesting!
And the summer here is punishingly hot, not like Iraq in 2003 I'm sure, when I was deployed as a soldier there( 140 degress!), but just the same, you sweat in such volumes while working that your eyes begin to ache from the saline of the sweat inching over one's face. It's tough to be upside down in a closed-in vessel with a light on, sweating, and trying to catch one's breath while applying epoxy or fiberglass with all that goes with that sort of boat yard contortion. It should be a labor of love that is for certain. Yet I have plenty of work to keep me busy inside the hull when she arrives so I will parse that progress slowly.
There is something unmistakable about this view. Looks like a Cape Dory Typhoon on steroids! Our personal visit to River Bourgeois was not necessary but something we wanted to do. When we got there and met the owners, there was something incredibly serendipitous about our meeting which we never knew, nor could have imagined taking place.