Later in the morning, the cars and vans and trucks begin arriving. Pieces of iceboats are hauled down to the ice and assembled, with a wrench borrowed here and a helping hand with the rigging given there. Attracted by the activity, skaters and hockey players and onlookers begin showing up. Local police or park patrol cars come and go, making safety checks. Not quite the same as when the planks of the dock have soaked up the sun's warmth and the wind is kicking up small whitecaps, inviting single-handers to drop everything and head out for a day sail. Only a Fourth of July or a Labor Day is likely to stir up as much visible activity around soft-water sailing as takes place anytime ice boaters shove off. And there is really no comparison between soft-water sailing thrills and that sudden heart-stopping whoosh of acceleration that rockets the ice boater up to 30 and 40 and 50 miles an hour in seconds. It's like being abruptly sucked into another dimension where the speed just keeps mounting. It's like kicking in the afterburners on a jet. It's indescribable, and it's what keeps every ice boater coming back for more.
Despite a lack of widespread awareness, iceboats have been around for a long time. In New York, there are glorious wooden ice yachts, some over 100 years old, which still carve their tracks in the frozen Great South Bay or the Hudson River. The enormous Jack Frost, 50 feet long and weighing in at 2,000 pounds with more than 600 square feet of sail, has no trouble with a light snow cover on the ice. It can still accelerate to 80 mph in seconds, just as it did long ago when it was the fastest craft of any kind on earth. In addition to the speed, there are other elements that sweeten the excitement of hard water sailing: · The rarity of good sailable ice The downs
· The rarity of good sailable ice Crashes and gear damage are more common than with soft-water sailing. Broken or bent masts are common because of the overwhelming stresses of the wind. I've only been out twice this season and seen and experienced my share. In the first outing, an impromptu race ended in a collision at the first turn. No injuries, but the spring planks of both boats were torn off from the fuselages, as the narrow hulls are called. Spring planks are the slightly curved cross planks that support the fuselage and have blades fixed at either end. As traumatic as the damage was, no one shouted and cursed. "Accidents happen," shrugged one. "Gonna take a lot of glue," said the other. I've seen a sailor come back with a brand new $1,200 carbon-fiber mast, hopelessly splintered in the middle, and he didn't fuss one bit. Maybe it had something to do with the cold and the conservation of energy? During my second outing, one racer ended his day with a bent aluminum mast shouldered stoically up the launch ramp. An old-timer watching from his heated pickup truck offered the use of a spare wooden mast.
Easing the mainsheet turned the boat away from the water's edge, but it didn't slow it down that much. She wasn't going to stop until meeting up with thin ice, no ice, or the distant shoreline. She had to be headed into the wind to stop. I put a foot over the side. "Grippers," the sleeves of bolt-studded leather strapped onto the bottoms of my boots, provided the friction needed to slow her down and turn her further into the wind. Then, down with the sail and a long slog back to shore, tugging the boat along by its forestay. A far better end than one luckless ice boater met earlier in the season. He didn't manage to steer away from the water's edge soon enough, and had to abandon the boat there on the brink, half in the water and half on the ice, just before a spell of warm weather set in. No wonder that, in addition to racing trophies, the ice boating clubs also have annual awards for best rescues. The hard-water sailing season is short, interrupted by thaws and blizzards and sometimes by years of warm winters. But whenever the ice forms thick and clear, the community comes together along the shore and on the broad smooth expanse, seeking that miracle of speed amid the delightful spectacle of people of all ages emerging from their winter cocoons to enjoy the ice.
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