Perigee/Supermoon

The 2013 supermoon was a remarkable sight last evening as it came floating out of the Lake Superior horizon. It was the largest supermoon this year.

The moonrise got plenty of attention from Lakewalk spectators as it broke into the clear shortly after topping the North Pier lighthouse.

Also known as a perigee moon, the event occurs when a full moon lines up with the Earth and the sun at a specific point in its orbit, called the lunar perigee. That's the point at which the moon is nearest to Earth as it traces its elliptical path around our planet.

Since it's closer to us, the moon appears up to 14 percent bigger and 30 percent brighter than usual. Coined by astrologer Richard Nolle, the term "supermoon" essentially means a bigger and brighter full moon.

Fog!

Thick heavy fog has delayed shipping and blinded the harbor cameras over the past few day.  It's all a wonderful part of Duluth.

Hang on, after one more day of rain, the winds will shift and you will see another side of Duluth in full summer beauty. Monday will be partly cloudy and 80 degrees.

Duluth Harbor Trivia for 6/21/2013

Harbor Trivia question of the day? (You will need a Flash enabled machine to play the game)

Duluth Harbor Boat Traffic for Thursday 6/20/2013

Cason J. Callaway departed at 08:45
James R. Barker arrived at 11:05

Duluth Harbor Boat Races for Wednesday 6/19/2013

Hon James L Oberstar departure

Cason J. Callaway arrived at 02:00
Hon. James L. Oberstar departed at 04:38
Victoriaborg arrived at 06:43
Joseph L. Block arrived at 16:45
Sailboat Races 17:30

Superior Sailing!

Wednesday night draws sailboats out to Lake Superior and even though the winds were light, the boats cruised through the placid waters of the big lake like a school of fish.

Made me think of this poem by John Masefield:
A Wanderer’s Song

A winds in the heart of me, a fires in my heels,
I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels;
I hunger for the sea’s edge, the limits of the land,
Where the wild winds old Atlantic is shouting on the sand.

Oh I’ll be going, leaving the noise of the street,
To where a lifting foresail-foot is yanking at the sheet;
To a windy, tossing anchorage where yawls and ketches ride,
Oh I’ll be going, going, until I meet the tide.

And first I’ll hear the sea-wind, the mewing of the gulls,
The clucking sucking of the sea about the rusty hulls,
The songs at the capstan at the hooker warping out,
And then the heart of me’ll know I’m there or thereabout.

Oh I am sick of brick and stone, the heart of me is sick,
For windy green unquiet sea, the realm of Moby Dick;
And I’ll be going going, form the roaring of the wheels,
For a wind’s in the heart of me, a fire’s in my heel’s.