Yesterday was a great day- winds 10 mph WSW, and plenty of sun. Had the wife and pup with me, which meant there would be less heeling on this trip. The crew needs to toughen up!
Leaving the creek under main alone, I turn to port to round the first buoy. Lo and behold, I look over my shoulder and see what looked like a BEAUTIFUL 27 foot Compac or Pacific Seacraft (not sure what it was exactly, but it had a big bowsprit) coming out from under the New Bern bridge. It was flying a huge genoa way off its port side, and it was closing fast.
It NEVER seems to be windy when you want it, so I wanted to take full advantage of this breezy day. I rolled the 100 jib out, and it was ON! That 27 foot mega-yacht was not going to pass me on this day. We are both running now, but she is still closing. The channel isn't very wide at this point, so there isn't anything I can do, other than grin and bear it. Fairfield Harbour up ahead, I know the wind will pick up in that wide bay, but now I can see the helmsman's evil grin!
We barely make it into the open water as he is at 7:00 off our stern. I can't beat him running, so I bear off to starboard about 20 degrees. There is something I have learned about this awesome sport. There are few things more addictive than making an adjustment and FEELING the boat as it just takes off!
The crew was down below eating potato chips and mumbling something about Captain Bligh, while I screamed "What is our speed? WHAT IS OUR SPEED@?!" Eventually a hand comes out:
The other boat maintained its course, but I found that our boat was making much better time by bearing off and pinching back occasionally.
They never passed us. It was a great day.