
Yorktown Monument
A couple enjoying a chilly sail recounted a Dad joke about the windchill scale. Let’s go sail the York River.

“I’m in the US Coast Guard Reserve and I have my captain’s license, but I’m about to lose it for lack of time on the water. Years ago when we lived in Florida, I salvaged a 27-foot Hunter that sunk in a storm at a marina. The man who owned it won the lottery and then died suddenly.”
“Then I found a used 10 horsepower Yanmar, and the guy who helped install it was a former football player with the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. I went off to get the hoist to install the engine. When I got back, he held it up in his arms and smiled to say, ‘Where do you want it?’ It weighed 250 pounds.”
Julio switched gears. “I have to renew my Coast Guard license because the five-year period is up, but I’ll have to get waivers for the lost time. That’s an extension to gain time on the water. I work in Search & Rescue for the Coast Guard and travel all over the world, but I didn’t get enough time on the water while in the Reserves.”
Whitecaps appeared as the wind picked up. It seemed fair to let Julio run the helm all day. He loved it and quickly adapted from a tiller on his H-27. Eventually he took Gerrly up on the bow for some privacy time. We sailed fore and aft among five barges anchored outside the main shipping channel. They were a half-mile apart to allow plenty of swing room in a storm.
We got close enough to one of the tugs that lay snug in a barge. I gave Juilio’s friend Steve the binoculars to read the name of the tug on the stern. He said it was Bluffin. That sounded esoteric for a tug, but okay. The thing about tugboats is that they will answer to “tugboat” only once. When they come back on radio, they include their name and expect you to get it right as you use it in response. It’s tugboat protocol, albeit an oxymoron term.
I thought the barges might contain gasoline that they picked up at the York Oil Terminal through the Colonial Pipeline. Bluefin reported instead that the barges were en route from New York to New Orleans when they ducked into the Chesapeake Bay to ride out Irma. “We have ballast, not gas,” he concluded. You definitely want ballast in a storm, though not so much that it would compromise the vessel’s stability.
He replied, “The water is stored in horizontal tanks that lie below the oil storage. The water also flows to tanks on each side of the barge.” I asked if that leaves much room for oil. “We’ve got capacity for 70,000 barrels,” he replied. I wished him well riding out the hurricane, which by now was forecast to veer west and bypass Virginia altogether. He wished me well too. We sailed up the York River in perfect 12 mph winds. 




A couple enjoying a chilly sail recounted a Dad joke about the windchill scale. Let’s go sail the York River.

Members of Kingsmill Yacht Club are sitting in the catbird seat for two nautical extravaganzas during America’s 250th anniversary this summer. A Parade of Sail in Norfolk on June 19 will feature 60 ships and naval vessels from 20 countries, proceeding along the coast from Virginia Beach into Norfolk in

A couple from Northern Virginia enjoyed a beautiful day on the water with their two children. Lourdes Garcia-Calderon spent six months on a steam-powered cruise ship outfitted for educational research. “We had 300-400 students and 200 crew, which was less than normal due to a SARS outbreak in China,” she