Results: 3rd
Crew: Kim, Steve, Judy, Tim (first time on our boat!)
Famous last words: “We’ll be starting in about 10 knots, and that’s probably the most we’ll see during the race…”
When we left the dock it looked like another typical Wednesday night W/L was coming — about 10 knots from the west on the way to the starting area. During the prestart the sky looked threatening and the breeze was building a little, so the crew put on their foul weather gear. I didn’t have time, so I went without rain gear. The first leg was a fast dead-downwind wing-n-wing run to R-14. The wind kept building, and it was in the 15-20 range by the time we rounded the leeward mark. At the mark we tangled with Rakish — a long story that I don’t have time for. They were in the wrong (and we would have protested them if it weren’t a Wednesday night family race, and if I really wanted to spend two hours in a protest meeting on a school night).
After rounding the wind kept building and started clocking. Then the sky went dark blood red and the winds kicked up, followed by horizontal rain. In minutes the winds were 30 knots, gusting to 35 (low gale strength). The rig was shuddering and I feathered up as much as I could. We tried to reef the main but it was too much to handle so we wrestled the main down and sailed just on the 125 jib. At times the rain was so thick and stinging that I was blinded for more than 30 seconds at a time. We were now about four-tenths of a mile from the finish. The crew was valiant and we sailed on just on the jib. When we were about a quarter of a mile out, the winds subsided to 15-20, so we put the main back up and finished on both sails. The only boats I could see were Rakish (ahead of us) and Good Vices and Lady Jane (behind us).
After crossing we dropped the jib and sailed home at 7 knots downwind just on the main while I went below and changed out of my soaked-to-the-bone clothes. Then we decompressed at the dock with a cool Mojito and turkey pepperoni. Very thankfully, no one on the crew was injured — and the boat mainly survived, though the top battens of the main are a little chewed up from the flogging.
After I got home, Kim texted that we took 3rd! I’m usually good at knowing where we finished, but in all the mayhem I had not a clue. Sometimes just finishing is the right course! Amazing!
But let’s not do this again for a while…