Another year, another Fiasco
2019 Three Bridge Fiasco
After starting with the ebb I immediately turned around and headed for Yerba Buena Island. Once I had raised my pretty drifter Dura Mater and I clung to Fort Mason and then Pier 39 because I knew we had to get around YB before the flood. We were in good company: it seemed like half the Moore 24s on the west coast passed us. Those sailors were focused and their sails were perfectly trimmed. They didn’t even look around at each other, but kept their eyes forward. There was enough wind down near Blossom Rock to cause DM to try to round up a few times. That poor drifter! But it was up already, so there we were.
Then we were over there in the southwest corner when the wind died. Dianne squeaked by us but lots of boats were just becalmed, and we for sure lost steerage. At one point DM was pointed toward Red Rock. A big Catalina was next to us and the skipper called over “Hey! You’re going the wrong way!” My reply? “It’s the Fiasco! We can go any way we want!” It was funny but not really.
It seemed like forever that we were pinned there, really close up against the island. Good thing it’s deep up to the edge, because we were up to the edge. I’ve sailed over there lots of times, so it wasn’t being close to the edge that alarmed me, it was the impending flood, and the fact that our clock was ticking.
Finally we got around it and saw a whole lotta boats just north of the bridge with sails slatting. Poor things. It was a real wind hole up there, too. We sailed slowly further away from the Coast Guard restricted zone only because I thought we could avoid the flood a bit over there. Slowly slowly we sailed under the Bridge and inched toward the Berkeley Pier. There it was, so near yet so far away.
My garmin has the Bob Klein buoy as a waypoint, and we were 2.27 nm from it. I was hopeful. We still had four and a half hours to finish the race! I used the super special ranging technique and saw that DM and I were moving forward, albeit slowly. My garmin said that we would reach Bob Klein by 7:03 pm. That was an estimate that didn’t take the potential for afternoon wind into account, though, and I remained optimistic.
But then we began to lose ground. 2.27 nm to Bob K turned into 2.29 and then sped up to 2.36. We were going backwards, and much too quickly my get rich quick dreams began to fade. The wind was now straight out of the north. While I struggled to take the drifter down we got swept back under the Bridge, right toward the permanent barge anchored just below it. We avoided being swept into it by my excellent avoidance skills (yell, “Aaauuuggghhh!”, turn the boat around, face the foe and steer around it, breathing hard) and then there we were, on the south side of the bridge AGAIN, headed for Oakland’s outer harbor. The drifter was still half way up, and it was acting like a spinnaker, colluding with the wind to make it seem as though we were merely outliers and in fact part of the hordes of zippy boats with their spinnakers up, sailing south past the Coast Guard station.
I considered our options. They were bad options, but one was to follow the crowd back around the south side of Yerba Buena, heading from there back up and around Red Rock etc. Maybe I could argue that four times under the Bridge would equal once around the island itself (4x under the bridge = 1 island)? But then I remembered that our race chair was Vickers. He’s a stickler for detail. I might have tried it even so, except that I had one of Ray Irvine’s trackers aboard, and he would rat me out. He and the afore-mentioned stickler meet regularly at an undisclosed location somewhere deep down on the Peninsula where they refine sailing instructions like this one:
COURSE Three course marks are YRA 6 ("Blackaller" a yellow cylinder 0.2 nm east of Fort Point), Red Rock, and Yerba Buena Island. Boats shall round these three marks in any order and in either direction.
I mean, seriously. Who organizes a race like that? I am not making this up. It’s crazy, huh? Anyway, I think those Sailing Instructions are pretty darned ambiguous.
So I whined and cursed for wind, but it was clear that we wouldn’t recover from this one. As Dan Willey once told me, “For heavy displacement boats, if you can’t count on wind, current is EVERYTHING”. Daniel on the magnificent Galaxsea did finish this race, by the way.
So those are my excuses for not finishing the Fiasco this year. Now the only thing to do is wait for the results, which Jim Vickers has promised us. What do I want to know? Just how fast was FUGU and how did Summertime Dream stack up against Rreveur on Eyrie? I spoke with one singlehander who smacked into that barge, and got a text from another one who turned on the engine in order to avoid doing just that. Lots going on out there on a beautiful day sailing the San Francisco Bay while a good portion of the country was hunkered down in blizzards. Not able to finish a sailboat race? Cry me a river!
Thank you to Bobby Arthurs s/v Rosalita, for the photo of Dura Mater as we all made our way back to the barn.