From WILDFLOWER's Ship's Log:
Sat.8/28/21
As I was at Pt. Reyes doing research on Drake's careening site, I was honored being asked to join the Drakes Bay RC, 4 highly experienced Tomales and SF Bay sailors, all senior citizens like myself. Apparently, after months of one way coms, neither YRA nor Drakes RC were able to receive any response from the National Park Service to RC applications finishing a race from their property: Pt. Reyes. Thus we were vying for parking in a small, public lot at Chimney Rock trailhead to meet and unload, then schlep our gear for potentially 10 plus hours on station to a point 1.5 miles distant.
Cinde (sous chef), Chris (judge advocate), Milly (PRO), Skip and Skip (boat ID)
After an advance party had scouted the best lookout position for both visual, VHF, and cell service, at 1:30 pm we began our trek from the parking lot carrying food including birthday supplies, water, beer, clothing, folding chairs, binos, 4 handheld VHF radios, 5 cellphones, clipboards, flashlites....It took 50 minutes to hike, then ascend to our predetermined lookout station overlooking both Drakes Bay, the course of the incoming fleet, and the Pacific. Other hikers on day walks were incredulous at what the hell were we doing? Many stopped to chat, and several wanted to join Inverness YC on the spot.
Weather was gorgeous at our "base camp" with gentle SW winds at 0-4 knots and 6 mile viz in a SE direction. Food and drink under sunny skies became the focus while we waited for the finishing fleet to arrive. Our primary job, other than welcoming arrivals to Drakes Bay, was to record finishing times and confirm safe arrivals of all entries who started. We didn't have to wait long as, by 3:30 pm, dropouts began to motor into view across the glassy ocean 200 feet below our eyrie on the bluff.
One of my duties was identifying finishers (and non-finishers), and there passing below came friends aboard GALAXSEA. DURA MATER, SURPRISE!, SIREN, and others who had packed it in early on and had enough fuel to motor 25 miles. Our AIS reception, and several phone calls to racers told us many in the fleet hadn't sailed very far in the first 4 hours and were returning to their berths in San Francisco. Over the phone PJ apologized he wouldn't be joining us in Drakes Bay as he didn't have sufficient fuel due to running aground entering Gas House Cove for fuel.
It was about 6 pm when the challenge of our RC job kicked in. Even with 200' elevation, our handheld radios on high power could only reach 5-7 miles. Apparently the RC at the start at GGYC had gone off station, and as our cell phone reception was intermittent, the PRO in our group was limited to texting with Laura at YRA headquarters in Benecia.
Thank Buddha it wasn't blowing 20-40 as it regularly can at Pt. Reyes. About sunset (and a green flash looking seaward) we had recorded about 20 boats in Drakes Bay, another 20 having returned to SF Bay, and 12 were still racing. Or were they? The Coast Guard had to know, or apparently they would start searching when the race ended at 10 p.m. if everybody wasn't accounted for.
As it got dark on our bluff lookout, we decided to descend from our hill as the first 300 feet down the Chimney Rock trail was steep and slippery with potholes. Safely, in the dark, we took up a new position on cement steps just inboard and east of the the old fishing wharf which was the inboard end of the finish. This position had several issues: one was, in the dark, we could not see either end of the line, which was obscured by trees, anchored boats, and the outer CG buoy being unlit.
More critical, arriving racers were entering from around the point and our VHF's only transmitted line of sight. Thank goodness for relays from EYRIE and others. We could hear boats still racing, but they couldn't hear us.
At 9:45 pm red, green, and white navigation lights were now circling the Drakes Bay anchorage looking for a place to park.
The race cutoff was 10 PM, and we didn't think anyone would finish. But, but, Holy Shit! Here comes ROUND MIDNIGHT, a big tri, doing 5 knots. RM finished just 13 minutes before the deadline and congrats to Rick!
Then were learned two more boats were approaching, one a mono and one a multi. Sure enough, MIRTHMAKER crossed just 7 minutes before the deadline and RAVEN 5 minutes before. Congrats also to them.
That was it for finishers. Our eminently responsible PRO, Milly B. then had to account for everyone and make sure they were safely anchored or had reported in to the YRA. OK, we heard from ENVOLEE and ARCADIA, WATER WINGS, and several others. But two were missing. Unfortunately, one of the missing boats had been recorded as having started when in fact, they'd never left their slip. The other glitch was a solo skipper had been unable to communicate outside the Bay to the off station RC inside the Bay on either 16 or 69, and after re-entering SF Bay had focused on tying up and resting before making a much delayed cell phone call to check in. Ultimately a text solved that. But this is food for thought for future races...The already challenged RC can't be everyone's minders and personal responsibility enters the picture.
Herding cats? You betcha. Our 45 minute drive back to Inverness at 11:30 pm in the dark featured some interesting sights. The Milky Way was bright and arching overhead. Owls, deer, and coyote were grazing by the roadside... It had been a long and wonderful day, and we still had to be up early to drive back out to Pt. Reyes to restart the fleet at 9:40 a.m. Sunday.
Photos compliments of Cinde Delmas.
~skip allan