A belt of low pressure at the Earth’s surface near the equator known as the doldrums… With minimal pressure gradient, wind speeds are light and directions are variable. Hot, sultry days are common. — from The American Practical Navigator
New rudder in hand, I headed down to the dock to fit it to the boat. Since the lower pintle is now in the right place, I had to move the lower gudgeon to a spot correspondingly lower on the transom. With another day above 90 degrees under blazing sun, it’s hot work. By early afternoon the boat is back in commission.
However, the wind is not, and after optimistically rigging up and heading out, and catching a few zephyrs, I find myself completely becalmed. I try rowing out a little farther to find some wind, but I just find more nothing.
The humidity is ferocious and the sun is equatorial. The doldrums have moved to Manhattan. A cold beer keeps me occupied for a few minutes but then I’m back to bored and becalmed. Eventually I just give up, take in sails and row home.
Grey Fox rows pretty well, but it’s no crew shell and the heat and humidity make the rowing not much fun. Actually not fun at all, and I like rowing. Today I’m just melting. Shoulda gone to the (air conditioned) movies.