For this years Vallejo Race I took along complete sailing newb crew. Well, he'd sailed skipjack 14's as a kid in Newport harbor and been out on a party cruise or two on Chardonnay, out of Santa Cruz. I think he's still a newb. We got to Coyote Point Friday night about 7:00 and did this and that on the boat to get ready to go. After doing all of this and most of that, we walked over to the breakwater to see just how windy it was before heading out.
Whoah.
Whooooaaaaaahhhh. 35 knots? 40? More? It was HONKING. I've never seen waves and chop like that on the Coyote Point breakwater, and it's 2 - 2 1/2 hours of that, straight to windward to get to the City. We've all seen more wind, sure, but for me, only when a huge storm blows through in the winter.
Once before, the night before a race I've said: "Maybe not", and gone to sleep, to try again at 5:00 in the morning. That's what we did. We snoozed on the boat for 6 hours, got up and tried again at 5:00 AM. It was better but leech flutter in the remaining...oh... 27 knots?... of wind destroyed the leech of the mainsail and it split from leech to luff. Oh, well. That was a hell of an introduction for my crew.
We continued under headsail only, and what was amazing was that less than two hours later and 8 miles up the Bay, we were ghosting along in little wind ripples and <5 knots of breeze, thinking about firing up the outboard. sheesh.
Whoah.
Whooooaaaaaahhhh. 35 knots? 40? More? It was HONKING. I've never seen waves and chop like that on the Coyote Point breakwater, and it's 2 - 2 1/2 hours of that, straight to windward to get to the City. We've all seen more wind, sure, but for me, only when a huge storm blows through in the winter.
Once before, the night before a race I've said: "Maybe not", and gone to sleep, to try again at 5:00 in the morning. That's what we did. We snoozed on the boat for 6 hours, got up and tried again at 5:00 AM. It was better but leech flutter in the remaining...oh... 27 knots?... of wind destroyed the leech of the mainsail and it split from leech to luff. Oh, well. That was a hell of an introduction for my crew.
We continued under headsail only, and what was amazing was that less than two hours later and 8 miles up the Bay, we were ghosting along in little wind ripples and <5 knots of breeze, thinking about firing up the outboard. sheesh.