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Wrong incident, I think.
Uncontrollable Urge lost their rudder in the Channel Islands Race, upwind of a lee shore...

I meant the boat that hit the island under motor/autopilot in the Ensenada race.

But to your incident, an AIS transponder won't keep one's rudder from breaking.
 
A little over a week ago, Saturday morning, March 1, storm swells were pummeling the shoreline of Monterey Bay. Sets were regularly breaking over the Santa Cruz Harbor breakwater. Solid water occasionally broke halfway up the Walton Lighthouse at the seaward end of the west jetty. Rainer, Howard, Julio, and I watched from the Kind Grind coffee shop, at O'Neill's Beach, near the East Breakwater at Santa Cruz Harbor.

A week later, at "Coffee Club," the same crew again sipped sunrise coffee, while overlooking the Harbor Entrance. Rainer asked if we noticed anything different about the East Breakwater. Nothing was immediately evident to my eye. Rainer, who looks at these rocks every day, pointed out the tip of the East Breakwater had been "rearranged."

Holy macaroni, I saw it. There was now an extra large rock standing proud at the outer end of the breakwater where none had been before.

We speculated where this rock had come from and what it weighed. Howard guessed it weighed about 165 pounds per cubic foot, about the same as wet cement he had hauled in buckets for his father years before.

From a distance of about 700 feet, we guesstimated the "Ghost Rock" measured about 6 feet on a side, or about 215 cubic feet. That would make it weigh approximately 33,000 pounds or 17 tons.

Although Ghost Rock was now perched on top of the breakwater, the glint in Howard's eye said he knew more than just the weight of a cubic foot of wet cement.

"In about 1969 or '70 I hit Ghost Rock, or it's brother, with the second Hobie 14 that I had bought from Ed Mabie."

Howard continued, "I was leaving the harbor about this time of year and thought I had timed the swell properly. But the combination of current, and lull in the wind, combined to get me bashed on the end of the jetty by a four to six foot wave. That put a 12 inch diameter hole in the port hull and broke the 1/2 gallon bottle of Red Mountain that I had lashed to the port shroud, leaving me to fend off the jetty with a jug of broken glass dangling from the shroud. Even worse, it got my matches, and stash soaked."

"I sailed back to the hoist and spent the next week repairing the boat so I could race the next Sunday. I got a third that day."

Howard's encyclopedic recall usually leaves me thoughtful. I went home, grabbed my camera and tape measure, returned, and began a rock hop out 500 feet of breakwater. It was not easy going, somewhat reminiscent of descending talus in Yosemite Valley after a rock climb.

After about 10 minutes, I reached a position about 10 feet from Ghost Rock. Initially, I had hoped to descend and put a tape measure on its sides. But a breaking wave drove me upwards. A closer approach to Ghost Rock was unsafe.

I sat down to study the possibilities of Ghost Rock's previous location before the storm swell. I could see barnacles on the top of Ghost Rock, where no barnacles should be. I could also see a gap where Ghost Rock had come from.

Holy Tamale. Ghost Rock had been levered upwards several feet and rotated 90 degrees into its new location.

I could now also estimate Ghost Rock's measurements. Though not symmetrical, 7'x 7' x 4.5' seemed a pretty good guess. In my head that figured to be about 220 cubic feet, or pretty close to our original estimate. Call it the proverbial "16 tons."

What force had moved 16 ton Ghost Rock? A breaking wave had done it. Respect.

I retreated inland and began a research as to Ghost Rock's origins. Providentially, there is a good book on the subject, available online. It is called Santa Cruz Harbor, by George Wagner, an enlightening document of 133 pages here: http://www.santacruzharbor.org/documents/TheSantaCruzHarbor_byGeorgeWagner.pdf

Ghost Rock began life at the Lone Star Quarry, near Davenport, 11 miles up the Coast from Santa Cruz. This rock, and many like it, were dynamited in 1963 from the Quarry by Granite Rock Construction. Ghost Rock was weighed, and marked with blue paint as Class "A1," meaning it was about 17 tons, important when you get paid by the ton. Ghost Rock was then loaded on a Granite Rock truck for transportation to the location of the new Harbor.

Though resembling granite, Ghost Rock is actually Franciscan Sandstone, or "jetty rock." Similar rocks from the same quarry were used to reinforce West Cliff Drive, and build the Half Moon Bay Breakwater.

Ghost Rock was ultimately placed at low tide by a large crane on railroad tracks. According to Wagner, Ghost Rock was part of the 150' "skirt" of rocks that protected the outer end of the breakwater.

Ghost Rock's new location, as initially observed by Rainer, is likely to remain for sometime to come. But Santa Cruz Harbor is a magnet for natural events like the '89 Loma Prieta earthquake and the 2009 Japanese earthquake and resulting tsumani. Ghost Rock could conceivably move again.

If you sail into Santa Cruz Harbor, Ghost Rock is on your starboard hand, at the tip of the East Breakwater.
 

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Fortunate are you who may have read L.Francis Herreshoff's COMMON SENSE of YACHT DESIGN and THE COMPLEAT CRUISER.

LFH, (1890-1972) of the famous Herreshoff yacht design and ship building family, was Capt. Nathanael Herreshoff's only son. "Capt.Nat" as he was known, revolutionized yacht design, and produced a succession of undefeated America's Cup defenders

In his life, L. Francis was responsible for some of the most iconic, beautiful, and fast cruising and racing yachts ever designed, including the Rozinante 28' canoe yawl, the H-28 ketch, the canoe sterned M boat ISTALENA and the J-Boat WHIRLWIND. The clipper bowed ARAMINTA, TIOGA, and BOUNTY. And most famously, LFH drew the renowned 72' ketch TICONDEROGA, which, in 1965, broke the Transpac Course Record while battling STORMVOGEL in Tropical Storm Bernice in mid-Pacific.

L. Francis always had an opinion, and could be cantankerous. Some considered him the Thoreau of yacht design. LFH abhorred complexity, but was not afraid to experiment. Canting keels are nothing new. L. Francis was on them like a hobo on a hot dog, and that was 75 years ago.

Some considered L .Francis a saint, and what he wrote was common "horse sense." Others considered him the other end of the horse.

Whichever, old timers remember L. Francis recommending the sweet smell of a cedar bucket with fitted lid and seat for a marine toilet. In L.Francis Herreshoff's day, complex marine heads with holding tanks had not yet made the scene.

I was reminded of WILDFLOWER's cedar bucket of 40 years ago when I received a Safety Recall Notice in the mail this week. The recall was for our home (compressed air) toilet. The notice warned "a seam could burst under pressure, lifting the lid, shattering the tank, posing impact or laceration hazards."

Holy shit, Sherlock. I called the toll free number to verify the recall. The nice lady in Michigan said they would immediately send out a repair kit, and to expect arrival in about a week. In the meantime, she exhorted me to turn off the water supply to the toilet.

I explained I had house guests, that it wasn't very convenient to turn off the toilet, and "what else do you recommend?" I asked.

"Use a bucket," she sweetly replied.

I could just imagine L.Francis Herreshoff smiling in his grave as I fell on the floor laughing.
 

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Hi Skip!

MEXORC starts Sunday, and the Vallarta racers arrive at Punta de Mita soon. They'll be finished by the RC crew aboard a Grand Banks "Andante."

Ben and I learned all about this last night while we waited on the for the Full Moon Bonfire at the 3 Palapas. Being new in La Cruz we didn't know that was a restaurant down by the cove. So, when we met someone on a beach chair in front of the new palapa restaurant, we sat down with him and got to chatting.

In one of those strange life coincidences, we learned that Bob, a half-tonner ocean racer in the 60's-80's, had a Ranger 33 (Ben's favorite boat, "It's Jazz," is a Ranger 33.).

It got better. Bob had his friend Doug Peterson, design a half-tonner for IOR racing. The hull was built in Sausalito, but Bo wanted a custom interior and top sides. He brought the boat, "Vivace," to Philbrick in Alameda for that.

At the time, an immigrant boat builder from Germany was working for Philbrick. He was assigned the job.

Bob remembered the name Ben Mewes, but they had never met. Bob was a Navy man who was always on his ship.

They met last night on the beach. (We finally found Las 3 Palapas too!)

I suspect you know a bit about Vivace, and Bob. The last dozen years or so he's provided a committee boat for MEXORC.

Lucie
 
Currently the 22 boats in the San Diego to Puerto Vallarta Race fleet are stretched along several hundred miles of Baja Coast. Races to Mexico are known for their "parking lots." Except for the two big multi-hulls who have traveled 900 miles in two days, it looks like the rest of the fleet is, or will be, encountering slow going. Currently, the big sleds like PYEWACKET are making 3 knots.

The SC-50 DECEPTION reports "steady winds but shifty." ??????

As well as "parking lots," Mexican races are also known for "you can't get there from here." And "there is no weather in Mexico." There's a reason weather fax maps end at the US/Mexican boarder.

In the "can't get there from here" category, one of the PV race favorites, the SC-70 HOLUA, with Dave Ullman and rock star crew, has dropped out and returned to San Diego because "the propeller fell off." SC-70's have 22" diameter Martec folding props whose replacement costs more than your boat, or mine. I'd love to be a fly on the wall with that call to the insurance company.
 
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As a builder/owner of WILDFLOWER, my new FrogCat 22, I now have one foot firmly planted on multi-hulls. Still, it remains amusing when the sailing press trips over themselves extolling new record breaking times of maxi-multis against the old-style "mono-marans."

The 70' "tricycle" ORION just finished the San Diego to Puerto Vallarta Race in 2 days, 8 hours. One thousand miles at an 18 knot average. Good going, guys.

Our local SF on-line sailing journal, PD, ran out of exclamation marks reporting ORION eclipsing the previous record by a full day without noting the PV record was previously held by a mono-hull. Come on, it's apples to oranges. An 18 knot average on a 70 foot trimaran with hi-tech foils, an all pro crew in an all downhill, full moon race to Mexico is certainly respectable. But the French regularly average 22-24 knots on similar boats, single handed. If they don't capsize first, mais oui?
 
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The Vernal Equinox (First Day of Spring) arrives tomorrow, 3/20/14 at 9:57 a.m. PDST. This morning the sun rose over Fremont Peak with a green flash at 7:19:48. Fremont Peak lies about 10 miles southwest of Hollister, CA, the earthquake capitol of California. (Hollister sits atop the San Andreas Fault.)

View of the this morning's sunrise was interrupted by a large raptor crossing my field of vision. The transient osprey that frequents the Capitola cliffs, and fishes just offshore, has returned for another round.

Outside my window, a pair of house sparrows have moved into quarters in a bamboo birdhouse.

In Yosemite on Sunday, while sitting on the beach along the Merced River, we were surprised to have a bald eagle do a flyby. A few minutes later he returned. Bald Eagles are uncommon in Yosemite Valley. With the vast devastation caused by the Rim Fire at Hetch Hetchy, it appears bird and animal life has been displaced.

All is trending tranquil on the weather front, with gentle conditions, wind wise, forecast for this Saturday's Double Handed Farallones Race. Good luck to racers!
 
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Come Hell or High Water was no idle idiom on the morning of Jan.2, 1997. Due to a combination of warm temps, melting snow, and torrential rain that began New Year's Eve, the floor of Yosemite Valley was eventually submerged under 23 feet of flood water. Anything not tied or nailed down floated away to East Jesus. It was the worst flooding in Yosemite history. The Valley was closed for months as repairs were made. John Muir would have needed a Westsail 32, a CQR anchor, and 300 feet of chain to hold position in his beloved Valley.

Today, Yosemite Valley faced a different assault: its iconic Bridal Veil and Yosemite Falls were besieged by hordes emerging from cars and maxi-buses. Mostly, their faces were hidden behind cell phone cameras.

Ironically, halfway between Bridalveil and Yosemite Falls, not 1/4 mile away from the tumultous throngs, all was quiet at Cathedral Beach on the shores of the Merced River. Across the way, climbers were visible on El Cap, their faint "On belay!" reaching the quiet meadow several thousand feet below.

Behind, on the south side of the Valley, rose Lower and Higher Cathedral Spires, the first rock climb ascents of my youth. (Cathedral Spires were the first technical rock climbs in Yosemite, 1933-34.)

Climbing and sailing have a lot in common, the least of which is you don't go anywhere very fast, except downhill.

But it sure is pretty "Out There."
 

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Restoring a 50 year Lido 14 has landed in Howard and my laps. The owner wants a boat he can enjoy on his private lake. His other boat is a SC-50.

This Lido, built in 1964, is showing its age. We have reattached the air tanks/seats and strengthened the centerboard trunk with fiberglas tape and epoxy. The rudder, centerboard, rub rails, running rigging, paint, and other parts will all need attention.

Yesterday we rolled the boat over in the driveway, and removed years of accumulated encrustation. For the first time in its life, the Lido will get bottom paint.

As we were removing accumulated bottom growth, a gray whale, similarly encrusted, made a fly by of the Capitola Wharf. His close in appearance excited spectators. The whale swam on, apparently unable to find loose change for the Esplanade parking meters. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_9vk7ttqc

All in a day in Capitola.
 

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A "vigorous" cold front passed through this afternoon. SSW wind gusting 37 knots at Santa Cruz Harbor, rain, brief hail.

Back in the day, on such a stormy afternoon, some of us used to write poetry on this Forum. Here's one for DURA MATER, enroute Berkeley to CYC in rain, commenting on how singlehanders find the tenacity to sail in such conditions.

An ocean galore within reach,
And nothing much to be done:
No phones to be answered,
No bills to be burned,
No work to be shirked,
No cash to be earned,
It is pleasant to sit on a boat,
With nothing to do but float.
And pleasant to look at the ocean,
Democratic and damp; indiscriminate;
It fills me with noble emotion
To think I am able to swim in it.
We sail in salty waves,
Whitecapped and chilly,
Tomorrow we'll crave;
But today it is silly.
It is pleasant to sail on the ocean;
Tomorrow, perhaps, we might swim in it.
 
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4/1/14
The denizens of Santa Cruz have done it again. Who can forget Bill Lee's magical MERLIN and her 20 year stranglehold on the Transpac elapsed time record? Or Russell Long, WaterRat, and Dave Wahle's trifoiler LONG SHOT, still the fastest production boat ever created? Then in 2009 the fertile minds in the garage on Marnell St. helped give us GREENBIRD's 126 mile per hour sailing land speed record at Ivanpah. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRFRQXPtXTs

Now comes this: The vintage El Toro BULL GOOSE LOONY, helmed by an anonymous lady BASE jumper from Santa Cruz, just took down VESTAS SAILROCKET's 65.45 knot 500 meter World Sailing Speed Record by launching over the 739 meter Yosemite Falls in Yosemite Valley.

Packed discretely at night in parts up the two mile Falls Trail by an enthusiastic support crew wearing tie-dyed “Downward Bound” T-shirts, BULL GOOSE LOONY and skipper were launched shortly after sunrise, 50 meters upstream from the Brink. By the time LOONY went over the edge, they were already at 15 knots. (Current is disregarded in official WSSRC Speed Record attempts, making this improbable venture possible for the free thinking team from Santa Cruz.)

At approximately 420 meters, BULL GOOSE LOONY reached terminal velocity of 104 knots. The GPS attached to the skipper's harness showed an average speed of 78.72 knots over 500 meters before the skipper bailed out with her Apex FLiK canopy 100 meters above Yosemite Falls base, safely landing in front of a surprised, but appreciative throng of Japanese tourists.

The only other part of BULL GOOSE LOONY to survive the record attempt's vertical plunge was the Nash rudder, recovered a few hours later near Sentinel Beach, on the Merced River. This mahogany piece of sailing memorabilia is now hanging at the Harbor Cafe, on 7th Ave., in Santa Cruz.

BASE jumping is illegal in National Parks, thus the necessary anonymity of the Santa Cruz team. But official ratification of 78.72 knots by the WSSRC (World Speed Sailing Record Council) is expected momentarily, pending GPS and photo certification.
 

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I suspect some April-foolery has been foisted off on us by the ever imaginative Sleddog. I would have been inclined, or at least more inclined, to believe the tale had there been photographic evidence photo-chopped into the accompanying picture of upper Yosemite falls. Still, I will likely scan the wall at the Harbor cafe looking for a rudder should I happen to wind up there...
 
Gordie told me about it last Sunday at RYC, so it must be true.


If in doubt, see Steve's post #692.
 
Something about an accountant referring to a post involving a shovel so close to tax time makes me very wary...
 
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