
05-05-2010
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1975 Newport 28
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Join Date: Jun 2002
Location: Monrovia, MD
Posts: 540
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Nice solo sail this evening out of Rock Creek, MD
I've done a bit of re-rigging on my boat to make single handing easier, and since the changes worked out pretty well last Sunday when I had help aboard, I thought I'd give it a true solo test this evening. One additional change I made was replacing my 1/2" genoa sheets with 3/8" double braid line so that the heavy lines wouldn't drag down the clew in light airs.
I motored out of the creek around 6 or so, and since the winds were out of the south for the most part, I had to do a U-turn to head into the wind. As I began my turn to starboard to come into the wind, I saw a very large racer with about ten head of rail meat on the side and what I took to be a gray Kevlar sail bearing down on my port side, close hauled on a port tack, heading for a yellow buoy about 150 yds upwind of me. I didn't want to start raising sail right in his path, so I continued motoring across his course, figuring that he was heading for the buoy to make a leg around it.
So I get off his port side and out of his way and he passes me, and I come into the wind and hoist sail, which takes me a little time because (1) I'm still getting used to this single handing thing and (2) the bungee cord I use as a tiller tamer does not do a very good job holding the boat into the wind, so I have to haul-steer-haul-steer-haul until the sails are raised. I lost sight of the big racer, though I did see him doing something abrupt and possibly violent right down at the buoy. I was busy with my own affairs.
Sails hoisted, I fall off onto a broad reach on a port tack, heading for the Key Bridge -- and there are no less than four, maybe five other racers coming straight at me. I don't know if I stumbled into their race or if they were just all taking a practice run at the buoy, but the feeling was like entering an interstate and finding out you're in the wrong lane. They were on port tacks, I was on a port tack -- but I was upwind, and I know the rules of the road. And the rules become very interesting when you have four or five stand-on vessels to take into account.
But it was easy to pick a path through them, and by the time I'd gybed onto a beam reach on a starboard tack, they were coming back out into the river with spinnakers set. I kept a course to cut 90 deg. across their path, heading out towards the Bay until I was far enough out to weather the White Rocks, whereupon I bore up and sailed back into Rock Creek close hauled on a starboard tack. I stayed on the east side of the Rocks until I was down by the yellow buoy again, when I fired up the ol' A4 and headed into the wind to drop sail. The jib downhaul worked perfectly (changing from 5/16" to 3/16" line made all the difference), and the main practically drops itself -- I hardly have to pull it down at all. A couple of sail ties to keep things in place, and I motored back into the slip to put everything away.
So, my apologies to the Oak Harbor racers, if that was you. I was the blue-hulled 28-footer staggering around your buoy trying to get his sails up this evening. I hope I didn't cause too much anxiety and/or teeth-grinding! Sure was a nice night for a sail.
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Monrovia, MD
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