Yes, that's a feature of VHF - it's line of sight and does have blind spots. So do cellular telephones. Why did you need to communicate with RC? If you were in a similar position today is there anything you would do differently?
- rob
In '95 if I remember rightly (might have been '96) it was a reasonably windy race until the end. I well remember bobbing around a mile out past Seal Rocks in the middle of a meass fo 30 other boats, with nav lights everywhere, and crawling in towards the Gate against a building flood. I remember trying a couple of times to get around the South tower to get flushed out again. I remember seeing Terry McKelvey motoring with Sensei's inboard chugging at full go, and barely making headway.
Back then I didn't have a dime and was racing on a shoestring. The bleedin' outboard wouldn't start and even if it had, the 2 hp might not have been able to get me around at full ebb. So I wound up ghosting a few hundred yards back along the shoreline, maybe 200 yards off the beach and dropping an anchor to wait out the current. After trying for 20-30 minutes to raise the RC, I reviewed the race instructions, which if I remember rightly had a mandatory finishing time of some ridiculous time the next morning. I turned off the VHF. **Mistake.** I set a kitchen alarm to wake me up in four hours and took a nap. I remember learning that night, that if you want to do that, it gets REALLY cold inside sweaty-wet foul weather gear if you're wearing a cotton t-shirt and blue jeans, BTW.
Anyway, Shama drove up on the bluffs by the SF end of the bridge and tried to hail me on the VHF, since I was the only boat that hadn't cleared off the course. She wound up calling Joan, who freaked, of course and it was just ugly until I got in the next morning about 7:00 AM.
What I would do differently now, is I'd call the RC telephone number, and tell them where I was, and withdraw from the race. Then I'd call Joan and tell her where I was.
But honestly, that's not relevant to the discussion, since the cell phone thing solves this sort of communications problem when you're inside Point Bonita. I just answered you 'cause it was fun, remembering!
Shama STILL rags me about that night, now and then!