Clearing my throat...
I'll keep this post to mostly my version of what happened; at this point I really don't have the heart to debate the rest.
But first - Thank you everyone here and in my wider sailing world for all to the messages of support, hugs, and offers of support and assistance.
It makes me proud to be part of this community, and to be able to call you all my friends.
What Happened-
Bob's OP is pretty accurate; as I approached the city front, I noted that I was out of phase with a cluster of 2 E27's and a Moore 24 who were at that point heading out around the point of the seawall that forms the harbor entrance (they had clearly gone all the way into the harbor entrance area seeking current relief).
I passed clear ahead of them on starboard and approached the seawall maybe about 75yards east of the GGYC.
I called for sea room & tacked approx. 3 boat lengths before the wall, and had just completed my tack to port when I checked under the jib to see a starboard tack jib and white hull about a boat length ahead.
That's about all I had time to visually process.
The angle and speed had me T-boning them somewhere forward of the shrouds.
Tried smoking the mainsheet and turning to starboard to duck them, but with little boat speed that wasn't working, so I crash tacked back to port.
that went about as well as could be expected in 22 knots and a 2.5 knot flood - eg I blew it, badly, and before you could say Holy Sh*t i was in irons with no attached flow on the foils moving backwards rapidly.
reversing my helm had zero effect, probably because the current was pretty close to my backward boat speed.
From there, the rest was largely out of my control; the bow blew down to the port side and I basically ended up t-boning the sea wall; you can watch the rest on the video; at some point I will have the courage to, but not right now.
EDIT 03/7 - Adding a bit of detail as to what happened after and how I got off the rocks:
Once I was no longer sailing and firmly wedged/pinned bow in and portside to the rocks, I issued my first (and hopefully last) ever mayday call on 16.
I’m afraid I was a bit short with the watch stander, but I already knew the info they were asking for so I simply spat out my Identity & description, Position, nature of distress, one person on board, no injuries, and that I was requesting immediate assistance towing my vessel off the rocks. I then proceeded to get the sails at least started down… another Image I can’t un-see; looking down from the headstay and clearly seeing a patch of sand between the rocks with the seaweed waving about.
Tow Boat US, with captain Phil Delano and crew were fortunately in the SF Yacht basin, heard my hail, and responded within 5 minutes. We established radio communication on channel 22, they passed me a line which I secured to what I hoped to be the most secure position, the bridging structure that holds the top bearing of my rudder post. Towboat US then pulled my vessel backwards off the rocks. In the process, damage was sustained to the point where the tow had been attached; mostly minor, some cracked cracked fiber glass and broken tabbing.
Once free of the rocks, and I ascertained that there was no immediate water ingress, we hooked up a side tow and Towboat US pulled me inside the breakwater and deposited me at the pump out station. Phil informed me that they were treating this a Salvage, and I would be charged $150/foot. In no position to debate this, I gratefully surrendered my credit card(s) and concluded the transaction.
After decompressing for a few hours, and still seeing no water ingress, I concluded that the best thing to do was to sail back to Richmond where my trailer was conveniently at Brickyard Cove, although I had recently taken a wet slip and RYC (having concluded it was time to sail, and stop mucking about with the hoist, running up to SHTP).
On Sunday I returned, hauled the boat, and got my first real look at the damage... more on that in another thread / post.
Who's to blame?
First, I blame myself.
Poor judgement and risk management but me in the position for the event to occur, and I 100% own that.
To Skip's & Solo's points, yes, the Starboard tack boat was the burdened boat under the RRS and did not give me room or opportunity to maneuver.
That said, I don't know if they even saw me under their lee, or if anyone could hear any hails.
Cold comfort, and I'm not letting myself off the hook for putting myself there in the first place.
Ok, I said at the top I'd stick to the facts, so that's about it for this post, for me.
I'll save my opinions about what the SSS should do about remaining the SINGLEHANDED sailing society for a more rational and less emotional time, but it's heartening to see the start of a discussion and some solid ideas bubbling up.
OK - putting
Chumbawamba on repeat.
And heartfelt thanks for everyone singing with me.
I'll post progress and updates elsewhere.
DH