"Four of the singlehanders convened at the Richmond YC bar after the race, all complaining of the beating they took."
I was a party pooper and headed straight back to my home port, Brisbane. I was pretty beat up too after the reach to Treasure Island where the wind was in the high twenties and gusting to mid thirties - certaily didn't help.
Anyway, great race although I had a few issues with my spinnaker- and actually both Bob and I ended up sailing side by side and frantically trying to unwrap our spinnakers approaching the bay.
We both got lucky, and managed to unwrap them before the high winds hit inside the bay. It could have been really messy. Bob demonstrated great local knowledge sailing down towards the southern end of Angel island and then hardening to Raccoon straight while I was lumbering in the wind hole by Tiburon.
Funny thing how the body and mind works - when I woke up this morning my whole body was sore, but after checking the race results and seeing Grace in first place, I didn't feel pain anymore.
Ahoy!
I was a party pooper and headed straight back to my home port, Brisbane. I was pretty beat up too after the reach to Treasure Island where the wind was in the high twenties and gusting to mid thirties - certaily didn't help.
Anyway, great race although I had a few issues with my spinnaker- and actually both Bob and I ended up sailing side by side and frantically trying to unwrap our spinnakers approaching the bay.
We both got lucky, and managed to unwrap them before the high winds hit inside the bay. It could have been really messy. Bob demonstrated great local knowledge sailing down towards the southern end of Angel island and then hardening to Raccoon straight while I was lumbering in the wind hole by Tiburon.
Funny thing how the body and mind works - when I woke up this morning my whole body was sore, but after checking the race results and seeing Grace in first place, I didn't feel pain anymore.
Ahoy!
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