You are probably wondering how the weekend in Martha’s
vineyard went! Well maybe not, but I am going to tell you anyway.
Thursday 23rd we disembarked from Boston and
headed down to Martha’s vineyard (MV). We sailed down towards the Cape Cod
Canal for a few hours, the engine for some more time. When we got to Buzzards
Bay we were early for the current to be in our favor in Woods Hole. We used the
time to practice the spinnaker changing, sailing at different angles, and
optimizing speed. This was a good investment in our time.
Looking back along the canal at sunrise
After making it to the destination, Edgertown, we went in to
the Yacht club for the “party”, skippers meeting. We learned that a skippers
meeting means everyone gets together, the person who mumbles the most does the
talking, and a bad PA system is used. And, all they do is repeat the written
instructions you were just given. Not to complain, we did drink several dark and
stormies and we proudly wore our Mount Gay caps that we had been given for
being in the race.
Dark and Stormy (the drink)
Edgartown Yacht Club and a spiffy boat
Next day we got up early, finessed our use of the BBQ for
cooking bacon, and motored out to join the other 66 boats at the start. Was
this ever fun. The appearance of absolute chaos but total organization at the
same time. To sail to the first mark we needed to be on a port tack. But we
knew other boats would be faster and could point higher than us so we decided
we needed a starboard tack to start, and get right of way, until we could head
far enough out to tack towards the mark. Only about 2 boats took starboard. We
could see the rest of the boats on a collision course with us as we approached
the start line. Then they had to dip and go around us. We look for small
victories. This was one.
We rounded the first mark quickly and set sail south, along
the eastern edge of MV with spinnaker flying. It was a glorious sight. (picture from EYC Facebook page)
Where is PG (Waldo)? And notice, we were not last
We were playing
with wind angles and getting the best VMG to the next mark in the Atlantic
Ocean south of MV. We even passed other boats!!! As we came down to the next
mark we doused the spinnaker, genoa out and turned quickly. This is fun. Then
we set off on the west to east journey along the southern side of MV. We had
contemplated bringing the spinnaker out for all of this leg but we were quite
close to the wind initially. However, with a turn in wind direction we deployed
her and started catching more boats. We
were close to Trinity and the wind dropped. It dropped to nothing. Well, maybe
0.5kt. Joe and Morgan were scurrying around we were changing sails, furling the
main, deploying spinnaker and genoa. We tried everything except getting off the
boat and kicking to get propulsion. We were 90 degrees to Trinity and drifting
on a course to hit her (we were 50ft away). We took down headsails, and pulled
out the main since there was no water over rudder and I just hoped that there
would be a small wind puff onto the main to push our bow up. It worked.
The skipper on Trinity was singing and dancing for wind.
Quite a sight. Then all of a sudden, the wind came up, turned through over 360
degrees in about 30 seconds and we were off to the races again. With about
12kts of wind and sailing close hauled we were in a race with Trinity. As we
came to the next mark, three boats descended on the mark simultaneously (well,
within 50ft) and we had been racing for 30nm already.
Next we started tacking up Vineyard sound on the west side
of MV. As we were sailing we were monitoring the current and direction of the
current to learn about the sound. This allowed us to calculate that we could
short tack on our last tack and that the current would (might) work in our
favor with our direction and should (?) push us just north of the mark at the
tip of MV. Quick committee discussion on PG. Sail 10 more minutes before we
tack and make certain we get one long final tack or take the risk. Of course we
went for the risk and it worked. We passed the northern most mark with 50feet
to spare. As we were heading to the finish line the wind was dropping and we
started to fear that given the current was due to turn against us in 15
minutes, that we might not be able to finish. I had the anchor plan in my head
to hold us steady if necessary. I was not going to drop out of the race. But
with 5kts of wind we crawled across the finish line. We sailed for nearly 12
hours. We were absolutely exhilarated
As we were sailing we heard boats calling in that they were
not going to finish. We weren’t going to be last. Now we needed to see
corrected times. We quickly headed to the Yacht Club sat at the bar and waited
for results. We found that not only were we not last but we actually beat
boats. Not many boats, but we beat them. Trinity being one who lost to PG.
Joe, Morgan and Phil were smiling cheek to cheek. Then the
most bizarre thing happened. Someone in the club came up to Morgan and said the
rule in the club is that he who wears a hat has to buy drinks for everyone and
there were probably 100 people in the bar. And, he was serious. Morgan quickly
took of his hat. No denim and not hats in the club. But apparently bow ties are
permitted. My mate Bob would feel right at home here.
You are probably all bored reading this but just a few more
comments about the return journey. We disembarked from Edgertown at 7:30am and
made it back to Constitution marina at 9:38pm (~85nm). We sailed all of the way
except in Woods Hole and in the Cape Cod Canal. We used the spinnaker for 80%
of the journey. In Cape Cod Bay we even broached. That was fun. Actually it was
fun. We are learning more about the limits of the boat. We had two wind gusts,
one to 20kts, which nearly caused us to broach, then a few minutes later to ????.
No time to look at numbers. What clearly happened was the increased wind speed
accelerated us, we heeled over, nose came up to windward. Now the apparent wind
was forward of the beam resulting in increased apparent wind speed. A positive
feedback loop. We heeled way over, spinnaker dragging in the water which
brought us to a sudden stop. PG held up to it, although downstairs the contents
of our fridge and saloon had demonstrated that entropy rules.
Home in sight
It was a great weekend and can’t wait for the next. Joe and
Morgan were great crew and I bet they slept really well last night if my sleep
is anything to go by.