Baby steps continue. I entered my third Coronado Islands race of the year Saturday, April 8. Eleven boats started, 2 DNF’d, and I finished 9th – on both corrected and elapsed time. BUT I FINISHED! I had confirmed ahead of time that I was entered in a ‘cruising class’ for which self-steering gear can be used, so I did the race single handed. It was big fun.
Prior attempts at races around these islands (including the two this year) were thwarted by lack of wind. This time, we had plenty – mid 20s gusting to high 20s by the afternoon. Here is a short clip of the ride back:
https://www.facebook.com/lee.johnson.167527/videos/1273133136110492/
But for a spectacular blunder after the start, I might have been in contention for something other than DFL. At the start the wind was very light, from SSW, while the only turning mark, North Coronado Island, lies almost due S. Started with the rest of the fleet on stb tack, very slowly, then we all went over to port tack. I’m in the back third of the fleet, we’re all pretty close together, but all doing barely one knot, back across the entranced channel to SD Bay.
I had checked the tide before the race and saw that we would be starting on an ebb tide. I thought, well, that’s good, and gave no thought to what that would mean if one was heading more or less orthogonal to the channel. And then suddenly there was a channel buoy heading for my port bow faster than I was moving forward. The tide was taking me sideways to weather faster than I was moving forward! By that time all I could do was watch and wonder how this would play out. (I find this very ironic, as I am always preaching the importance of situational awareness.)
The buoy kissed the port beam, 1/3 of the way aft of the bow, and our forward motion ceased. The tide, of course, is unrelenting and indifferent to us. It caught the stern, rotating us clockwise, sweeping us off the buoy, and sending us out to sea stern first. By the time I recovered, I was no longer near the rest of the fleet.
All I can do is laugh. While that stunt put me out of the competition, I was determined to try and finish before the 20:00 deadline. I did so with nearly half an hour to spare. It was a rough ride to weather all the way back, but we did mostly 6 kts under double reef, and felt very comfortable with the conditions. (The video clip was taken after things had settled down a bit.) It never felt like the boat was over matched, and nothing broke. It was very satisfying to go out, and not only endure but enjoy the race, and finish before deadline.
This sail boat racing thing is very different than other kinds of sailing. You can all say, no s**t, Sherlock. But I might be starting to get it. Various lessons learned (besides “Beware the ebb”) and eager for more.