NiceAft wrote: ↑Tue Oct 29, 2019 8:26 am
One last point; DO NOT EVER SAIL WITH AN EMPTY OR PARTIALLY FILLED BALLAST TANK!
Ray
Last summer I started "experimenting" a little. I hope they don't shoot me with rifles or ban me from the website
but:
I have been sailing around a little with no ballast in the tank!
I hope you guys are not going to hate me for this.
I just had to get that off my chest - I feel so much better now that I have confessed my sin to you guys.
It all started last summer:
They were troubled times.
The MacGregor Sailor Website was going through some difficult updates,
For quite a while the website was broken and I sort of drifted around - aimless and accountable to none. It was more freedom that one man should have and it was not long before I started taking liberties with my life. I even put out with low fuel reserves. Putting out with low fuel stores caused my downfall.
It started out innocent enough - we were headed from Two Harbors on the Catalina Island east side with course set for Avalon further south hoping
for frivolity and grog in the big city: 
<< I imagined 'boat', tiny as can be nestled in amongst the big yachts.
. . . . Yes, a day of carfree banter at the bar with other sailors in a big town. We were ready for a little civilization.
Being early morning as it was, the air was light and the wind had not yet arrived - and being on the leeward side made the breeze dance down the canyons in stops and fits as we drifted along the coastline. Fuel stores were low yet there was plenty in Avalon. My patience grew thin and the lure of grog in that distant port was too strong to dismiss. I HAD to get moving if I expected to make happy hour, yet I must not waste what little gas I had as I would need it to make a mooring. As on a beam reach, air drifted down from the hills beside me across the boom as it hung well over the water - the reflection of a luffing sail in the calm water made me snap - I did it:
I opened the main ballast valve
Within a matter of minutes we started to move. Our speed continued to increase as the water drained out - my spirit buoyed, It even occurred to me to shed MORE weight! I looked all round for ballast to shed: "Food?" - "No", I paused - "if I eat the food it will still be on board until I crap it out".
Then it occured to me: "CRAP!" yes! I can dump the crap in the head! Should I violate international maritime law to dump the potty within the 3 mile boundary. Had my mind gone too far? - Lest I had become the worst of them I hurriedly looked for more flotsum to eject - "The Water?" - no, need that to mix with the scotch - I looked at the wife for a brief moment - then turned to the ice chest - I dumped all the water out of the ice chest. Now we were moving a full 3 knots and I could feel the boat straining against the permanent ballast around the daggerboard. I felt liberated. I was going 3 knots in a 2 knot wind! But - what about my pals on the website? What would they say? The shame haunted me for several nights until one day sailing in the breakwater at Long Beach and I got a crazy idea: "Should I dump the ballast again?" I did - and now it's becoming a habit in light air that I can not break - I need help - you guys need to bring me back from the brink. I feel like a guy on the ledge.
Help!
