Subscribe to RSS FeedThere are thirty islands in Narragansett Bay, and Despair Island is the smallest. After having claimed two lives this past weekend and, as these things tend to do, no doubt upending a dozen others, it's also the most aptly named. I don't know much about the facts of that incident aside from what's on the tube, but I know what it's like to run into a ledge at night. Too many years ago, I was coming back from Newport and foolishly looped around the north end of Rose Island on a low tide. Wide up on a plane, I walloped a ledge and sheered the very bottom of the outboard's lower unit off. Humbled and rattled, I idled my way home. I was fortunate that evening.
The Navigational Rules for International and Inland waters require, and I paraphrase, a speed appropriate for the circumstances. How many times have you seen a powerboat blasting its way down the Bay on a foggy day? Alright, I'll volunteer, a fair bit. And sailboats don't get off easy here either. I've seen sailboats zipping along with a crowd aboard, but no one looking under the jib or over the rail. That's just as dangerous and violates the Navigational Rules regarding the maintenance of a proper look-out.
We're all about to lug children, spouses, beer and sandwiches aboard and head out onto the Bay. It'll be good times because, thankfully, the ledger sheet for such things on the Bay is way in the black. All I ask is that when you get underway, you keep a little despair in mind.
--- JKF
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