Fog

There’s something soothing about fog. Sharp edges smoothed out, sounds muffled, view restricted. Take it easy!

On our way in to Oslo to show Josin’s non-standard safety features on saturday to a few interested people. Yesterday, wednesday, was busy delivering and collecting things, including a pulleyblock which was recommended would help reduce the genakker-rope’s tendencies to wuzzle. Fitted. Genakker hoisted. Wait for a little breeze to test things out. Late afternoon, OK. Out and head north in the southerly breeze. Un-roll genakker, Success. Sail a bit. Try a gybe. Success. Sail some more. Try a roll-up. Difficult. Too much wind in the sail. Un-roll genoa, behind which the genakker can hide. Try roll-up again. Success  This is fun. Oops! Land approaching. Head north again. Un-roll genakker. Easypeasy. Roll-up genoa. There we are, genakker pulling us along at splendid speed in 10 to 15 knots of wind, and in the direction I wanted to go. Delightful. Easy sail to Bile, outside Son on the east side of the Oslofjord, where a friendly mooring buoy awaited, the wind dying away in the setting sun making genakker roll-up a cinch.

Late wok dinner. Two other boats potter in to other buoys. Dark, until a near-full moon creeps up over the trees and makes a glittering stipe on the water. Fog starts to form. Sleep. Of course, the mooring buoy has to come during the night and bump the hull, gently of course, (must be lonely), until the combination of breeze and current sort themselves out.

Thick fog early this morning, vis about 20 meters. Sort out the mooring buoy wuzzle and go back to sleep, to the sound of mournful foghorns out in the shipping lane.

It is now lunchtime, and although the fog has thinned, vis now about 100 meters, I do not want to navigate the relatively narrow Drøbak sound in poor vis. Them big ships rushing along have radar and can hopefully see Josin, but I have only AIS which is not so effective at seeing others, so lunch will be taken, then a snooze before continuing.

Not a breath of wind of course.

All’s well.