My Ritchie is a decoration used only to tell a helmsperson what course to steer. And if you want to see a guest sweat, watch them try to do it.
For checking the accuracy of the Ritchie I use the compass app on the iPhone, which is always there in an emergency. I enjoy finding that the iPhone, the Ritchie and the wheel pilot compass never agree. Yet we are always going in the same direction.
There is a lesson in that, socially: We don't have to agree to get there together.
Before departing for Hawaii I found, as I left the slip, that my compass was off 70 degrees. Hmmm. Of all the preps, I noticed this only while casting off the lines? Despite reliance on GPS, I would not want to go offshore without a real compass. I contemplated delay, investigation, telling everybody on the dock I was not indeed leaving, sorry about that. It was hot already and I was glad I had my helm umbrella up, which mounts on the binnacle. I tested the compass with a steel wrench. Yeah, it points at that, anyhow. After ten minutes I gave up and decided to depart with a busted compass, the heck with it all, are you a man or a rodent? Are you doing this or not? Are you turning back before leaving the slip?
In this moment of heroic self definition I took the umbrella down.
The compass straightened out.
The umbrella post is steel. Well then, off we go!
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For checking the accuracy of the Ritchie I use the compass app on the iPhone, which is always there in an emergency. I enjoy finding that the iPhone, the Ritchie and the wheel pilot compass never agree. Yet we are always going in the same direction.
There is a lesson in that, socially: We don't have to agree to get there together.
Before departing for Hawaii I found, as I left the slip, that my compass was off 70 degrees. Hmmm. Of all the preps, I noticed this only while casting off the lines? Despite reliance on GPS, I would not want to go offshore without a real compass. I contemplated delay, investigation, telling everybody on the dock I was not indeed leaving, sorry about that. It was hot already and I was glad I had my helm umbrella up, which mounts on the binnacle. I tested the compass with a steel wrench. Yeah, it points at that, anyhow. After ten minutes I gave up and decided to depart with a busted compass, the heck with it all, are you a man or a rodent? Are you doing this or not? Are you turning back before leaving the slip?
In this moment of heroic self definition I took the umbrella down.
The compass straightened out.
The umbrella post is steel. Well then, off we go!
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