Spring 2020 on Hitra episode 3

May 31st - June 1st Kvenvær - Hopsjøen - Brekstad

 For the third time of this spring holiday I'm back at Hitra this time in the western end. Waking up to a warm and completely  still morning I decide to explore the Kvenvær archipelago with my inflatable kayak.  

Today nobody lives full time in the Kvenvær archipelago and from mainland Hitra or from the shipping lane you don't see the houses, but once in-between the island there are houses and cabins all over. And on a nice spring sunday most are in use. With my lack of kayak training, both physical and technical, this I only was able to visit a little corner but even so a really nice padle, around 10 km in total.

In the afternoon I motored over to the Hopsjøen the old trading station. I didn't wander around much this time in Hopsjøen thus in this blog little proof of the beauty is presented. 

Next day was the last day of the mini one week plus holiday and so I returned back to my slip at Brekstad.

First I had to tackle (or chose to I could have sailed around) the narrow and low bridge at Vettastraumen. Even with good wind from behind I chickened out on sailing through. In the end that proved to be vise because just as I was to go under the bridge at tick over speed one of the heroes off the coast approached from the opposite end in his wave generator = semi-planing motor yacht .  Whether it was of thoughtlessness or selfishness I do not know but there was no waiting until I had passed. With the bridge being so narrow and me having to go in the exact midle not to have the mast colliding with the bridge there was very little space left for him to pass. Had I been sailing it would have been on a very broad starboard reach and thus the mainsail beam would have projected a proper bit over the side of the boat. If there would have been sufficient space I am not shure of.  

Having cleared the narrowest passage I turned the bow into the wind and set the main sail, whale still being in Dolmsundet. Running with the wind from behind I only had the main set. After a while running my course turned more and more east and at one point I had gotten to a reach that could keep the jib full. 

As I got more east and further "inland" the wind weakened and when i met the tide discarding water from the Trondheimsfjorden it gave little meaning to continue sailing so for the last hour or so I again har to accept the sound of 27 galloping horses from Volvo.