We decided to enter the RTI which is hosted by Edgartown
Yacht Club. We competed last year, had a blast and wanted to incrementally
improve this year. Our core crew were not available but I managed to get Willie
to join me, together with two sailing friends of his. So we have a crew of four
experienced sailors and they have lots of racing experience. My hope was to
learn lots…..Willie sails on many boats and helps coach skippers. On Wednesday evenings
he sails on Charisma 2.
Willie and I delivered the boat from and to Boston for the
race in Martha’s Vineyard. We started off at 9pm on Thursday and motored
through the night arriving near Edgartown by 11am Friday. As we were arriving
the fast boats were coming out of Edgartown to compete in the Round the Buoy
races that take place in the days prior to the RTI. It was drizzling then
raining but we decided to watch before heading into the harbor. These boats
race all up and down the east coast and even head to Key West in the winter for
competition. These boats were flying machines. As the countdown to the first
start occurred a system came in and the wind dropped to 1-3 kts. The kiss of
death for us if we were racing, but the countdown continued. Incredible to
watch these boats accelerate in such low wind.
The system produced so much rain that visibility was awful.
The race committee boat asked for another boat to head over to the pin end so
that they could help see if boats were over the start line early and to help
record sail numbers! That’s how bad visibility was.
We took our mooring, had a nap then went to shore to test
the local establishments, pick up our race bag and attend the skippers meeting
and pre race party. Given that Mount Gay sponsors the event the rum was
flowing. During the evening Lars and Dale arrived who were to join us in the
race. More rum, dinner then we headed back to the boat.
Since we had not sailed together before and Willie, Lars and
Dale had not sailed on Prairie Gold we set off early to have some practice
(6:30am). Tacking, accelerating, hoisting the kite and so on.
Before long it
was our start time (8:30). Winds were low at 3-5kts but we started going and
they grew to 10-12 kts.
The course was a clockwise circuit around the island.
Beneath is a SPOT tracker of our course around the island.
Fortunately the current was with us (2-3kts) heading south down the east side of the island, and again with us as we came up the sound and on to the finish. Very fortunate indeed since the winds dissipated significantly. With a 2-3kt current in our favor in the sound we were making some wind just by drifting which allowed us to sail. But more on that later.
That's us practicing in the distance (EYC facebook page)
The start - EYC facebook page
Fortunately the current was with us (2-3kts) heading south down the east side of the island, and again with us as we came up the sound and on to the finish. Very fortunate indeed since the winds dissipated significantly. With a 2-3kt current in our favor in the sound we were making some wind just by drifting which allowed us to sail. But more on that later.
A little refreshment helps (Dale, Willie and Lars)
Willie trimming the kite
It exhausted him
Dale at the helm
Heading down to the southern most mark in the Atlantic we
made good pace and were able to close in on many boats. As we rounded that mark
we were able to play with a CYC boat, Uncle Joe, and force them up a little. A
good bit of banter between the boats. We lost ground heading west because we have a smaller "do it all sail" that doesn't give enough power in low winds. We crawled back and then rounded the mark in the SW corner of
the island. Heading up the sound was torture. Current was in our favor, wind
was almost non existent. About 5pm (8.5h into the race) Willie calculated that
we wouldn’t be in until midnight. All eyes were on the skipper. I went down
made dark n stormies to cheer up the crew. A little later the mood was somber
again. I said “don’t worry, give me 30 minutes and I will work a wind miracle”.
20 minutes later the wind grew to 10 kts and we were able to finish by about
8pm. This called for a little Elvis Costello - Miracle Man. Phew, I thought we might get mutiny.
Overall we did better than last year. We beat 15 boats who
made the full course (fleet 8 and 9 were allowed to have a shorter course
because of the slow going). We did manage to beat our CYC competitor Uncle Joe
and finished two places behind Enya (also from CYC) in our fleet.
Working with these guys was a lot of fun – they know their
stuff and the team gelled together pretty quickly.
On the way home the next day I had Willie working with me on
spinnaker hoist and take downs. The goal 15secs. As we sailed up Buzzards Bay
we stopped in Onset, just because, then through the canal and then used the
kite to sail up to Scituate then the genoa to Minot’s ledge and on home
arriving at Constitution Marina at about 1am on Monday.
Willie told me the story of the Minot’s ledge light house
light pattern. Apparently a newly wed’s husband went to sea and was lost. She
felt he was still alive and asked the lighthouse keeper to send a signal to him
in number of flashes – 1-4-3 – I love you.
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