I recently "discovered" this lake not too far from where I live. At only 30 acres, it is very small by any stretch, only a tenth the size of nearby Lake Lenape. Unless you know it is there, it is also nearly impossible to find even though it does have fire roads and is part of a wildlife management area.
Like most lakes in NJ, it looks to be Man made, but it is very pretty and hopefully too small for most people to bother with. I look forwards to exploring it come spring.
The Fall is a welcome time for some, while I do enjoy the softer breezes, the coming colours, and the lack of tourists, I do not look fowards to the colder weather that Autumn brings in it's wake. So much for nothing, it was time to make the best of the quiet shore.
With heavy gusting again forcast for the Shore, I retreated back the Union Lake in Millville. There were only a few boats out and about and even fewer breezes as I arrived at 1 in the afternoon and soon launched a little past the bottom of the hour. I think I am figuring out how the winds work here, only a few miles north of the Deleware River. First thing in the morning the water is warmer than the land so all the wind goes from North to south. Around the middle of the day, as the land warms, the beezes get fickle and clock from North to South and back again with little Rhyme or Reason. Then as the afternoon wears on and the land is decidedly warmer than the water, the breezes rush up the Cohansey from the Deleware and head northwards.
I could be wrong, this is only my second time visiting this nice little lake.
After heading south towards the dam, I turned towards the shallow northern end, passing the yacht club and the few homes that touch the lake and into the marshy "upland" areas. I finally made it around a small submerged island with only it's cattails showing before heading southwards again. I did bump something on the bottom that forced the board up, but it did not last a second.
With the clocking and fickle breezes, the trip north had been a drifter, the further south I got the more the winds increased. Never to the point where I wanted to pause and put a reef in, but it was a nice reminder that stronger gusts were always forthcoming. I did make the mistake of trying to cross behind two islands on the way to the dock. After bumping bottom with the board once more, I found myself without any wind at all. Rowing with one oar while steering straight quickly put me back into the (stronger) breeze and back on track to the dock and removal from these brackish waters.
All told, four hours of delightful sailing.
After devastating parts of the Gulf, the remains of Hurricane Laura are heading our way with rain, thunderstorms, and "damaging winds". Not wanting to take a chance to destroying Spark as she only weighs 300 pounds, I decided that prudence was the better part of valor and put her back into storage for the weekend.
Sorry about the watermark, being on furlough, I do not have access to the really good video editing software at work (if they would even let me use it)
While the lake of the same name in Washington State is much more famous, Union Lake in the middle of South Jersey in the City of Millville is a little diamond. The biggest lake in Southern NJ, it is a man made lake built to power the Mill that gave the town it's name.
Covering almost 900 acres with an average depth of 10 feet, it allows for a decent days sailing not affected by fickle sea breezes of tide. It is also home if a small Yacht Club with some sizable small sailboats. With HP limited to 10 HP or less, this is a quiet and calm bit of water.
I have rigging pretty down now, taking about twenty minutes from start to finish, not too shabby for a small sloop with three stays, a roller furler on the jib, a sizable main and a 22 foot long wooden mast. I imagine I will get faster with practice. Once she was all rigged and ready to go, I discovered that the ramp was suitably steep enough to sink the trailer, a bit plus in my book. I really need to lower my Spark's Trailer some.
At first it was a real drifter, I found myself sitting on the twart leaning away from the wind to get the sails to set at first. Slowly I made my way north from the ramp all the way to the shallow end before turning back. here and there I was teased with little gusts that came and went, but for the last half of the lake, I had some spirited sailing on a good 10 knot or more breeze.
After ripping the screws out of Spark's rudder head on Saturday, I managed to get it temporarily fixed enough to go out sailing. It was not a good day to do so, threatening rain, a few random sprinkles, and fickle winds that went from zero to 20 mph with little warning. Not wanting to overpower my little GP, I sailed along on Mainsail alone and still managed to get her up on plane a few times.
I also managed to find the leak that was vexing me. It was both where I thought it was, but not what I thought it was. It was also not one leak. When I pulled out and repaired the centreboard trunk, I managed to neglect to reinstall the screws that held it together. Currently only the epoxy I used to repair it is doing the job.. this means the dozen or so screw holes I left empty are weeping water into the boat itself. An easy job to fix, I just need to buy more bronze screws.
I also need to seal down the centreboard case's caps as they spray water into my GP when at speed, makes for an interesting way to cool down in the hot sun
Yesterday's trip across the Delaware on the MV Cape Henlopen was mostly uneventful. It was a rainy and misty day with little wind that tended to keep the swells down and any whitecaps to a minimum. I can think of worse times I have crossed this particular stretch of water.
No parking or no mooring? It's not exactly like reading tea leaves when it comes to delving into what the signs are trying to tell you. This is especially true when wash up on the rocks outside of work after one of our nasty nor`easters.
Lake Lenape, in Mays Landing, NJ, is a man made lake. Originally constructed in 1847 on what was an Apple Orchard, it has been focal point of the County Seat ever since. With a park that encompasses almost 2 thousand Acres or ground, it has a lot to see and do.
This small area is actually downriver from the dam, part of the original Rail Road line between Camden and Atlantic City, it was built in 1857. Looking a bit worse for wear, it's perfect for fishing, strolling, or taking pictures. I happen to love the looks of man made decay as Nature slowly gnaws away at what Man makes.
Being the first warm day of spring, I found these turtles out sunning themselves near the remains of the wooden boat ramp
Never heard of the place? I bet most visitors to New Jersey's shore have set foot on it's flat sandy beaches and not known that the Original Name for Ocean City was "Peck's Beach".
Thought to have originated the Whaler John Peck who used the island to store freshly caught whales in the 1700s. In 1879 Four Methodist Ministers chose the island as a religious retreat and later formed as a Borough separate from Upper Township in 1884 and later a city in 1887.
Growing up, this stretch of beach between 8th and 9th streets did not exist except during low tide. A combination of sand replenishment, moving the rock jetties, and current shift has move the beach ever eastward. Where the waves once splash strollers on the boardwalk at high tide, the sand is so high you can barely crawl beneath the supports.
Nestled neatly between the towns of Somers Point and Ocean City, Great Egg Harbor Bay is a deep and wide body of water with a number of small marshy islands, pretty but very busy with boat traffic in the summer as people head into or out of the Great Egg Harbor Inlet and the Atlantic Ocean beyond.
With it being winter, all is mostly still upon these deep waters, the fog slowly burning off to expose Ocean City's skyline beyond while a lone clammer in his small skiff heads off to parts unknown.