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15 Minutes Ago 08:16 PM
smackdaddy
Re: Big Freakin' Sails

It's the whole "Bring everything you've got Mother Nature. Don't hold back...so we can beat you at your own game." thing that is way beyond the "good challenge" aspect. That's the hubris and stupidity in this thing that I'm surprised anyone with a sailing background like Quantum would let slide in the copy.
1 Hour Ago 06:40 PM
JonEisberg
Re: Big Freakin' Sails

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Originally Posted by smackdaddy View Post
Here is a very interesting video that gets at the heart of BFS. As I think you'll see, there's a fine line here between the love of hard, challenging sailing - and pure hubris and stupidity.

http://youtu.be/nye2FBRUFu0

Thoughts?
My first thought is that either something was speeded up, or the engine was running on what looks to be a Beneteau 473 in that final shot...

Could be just a coincidence that the engine exhaust appears to be conveniently located on the starboard quarter, of course...

;-)


2 Hours Ago 06:25 PM
smackdaddy
Re: Big Freakin' Sails

Here is a very interesting video that gets at the heart of BFS. As I think you'll see, there's a fine line here between the love of hard, challenging sailing - and pure hubris and stupidity.


Thoughts?
1 Day Ago 05:33 PM
smackdaddy
Re: Big Freakin' Sails

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Originally Posted by RTB View Post
Pretty good video, smack. I think you guys need to learn some sea shanties for future adventures. I'm currently hanging in San Antonio with my son, playing Assassins Creed Black Flag. It's a hoot.

Ralph
Yeah - Jesse is working up some new shanties for our spring continuation of the trip. Eventually he'll figure out there are 3 other strings on the ukulele. But I love his music no matter what.

The boys love Assassin's Creed. It's actually a pretty incredible game due to it's "historical" storyline. They're playing "Rogue" right now.
1 Day Ago 01:34 PM
RTB
Re: Big Freakin' Sails

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Originally Posted by smackdaddy View Post
Here's Episode 2 of the saga...

Carib Run: Leg 1 - Episode 2 | SmackTalk!

Enjoy.
Pretty good video, smack. I think you guys need to learn some sea shanties for future adventures. I'm currently hanging in San Antonio with my son, playing Assassins Creed Black Flag. It's a hoot.

Ralph
1 Day Ago 10:29 AM
smackdaddy
Re: Big Freakin' Sails

Now this is what it's all about...

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Originally Posted by JonEisberg View Post
As I'm hoping to be off on a summer cruise before too long, figured I should probably get the account of last summer's trip posted before I do…Fair warning, this is a LONG one. Anyone who might make it thru to the end, might want to take a bathroom break first… :-) Hopefully, some pics will help some muddle through...

Last summer I headed north, up to Saglek Fiord, Labrador, and return:



Left new Jersey on July 2, rode out Hurricane Arthur up at the Vineyard, and departed Nantucket on the 6th. Returned to the Vineyard on September 10, and spent about a week dawdling my way back home. Total distance traveled: 4018 NM… For those who subscribe to the oft-stated notion that 90% of cruising is spent at anchor, a summer jaunt to Labrador is probably not for you… :-)

My insurance for this trip came in the form of a stack of rather expensive paper almost a foot high, weighing roughly 70 pounds. In addition to the US charts for the NE, I carried the requisite CHS charts for virtually all of Nova Scotia, Newfoundland, and Labrador. 214 charts in all, at $20 each that amounts to a pricey pile of paper. Fortunately, years ago I'd scored most of my charts for NS and NFLD at a good price, but all of my stuff for Labrador was the latest. Still, I consider it to have been money very well spent, I encountered one situation where I could have easily lost the boat had I not had the requisite paper to refer to… You'd be a braver sailor than I, if you would choose to explore that coast relying on e-charts, alone :-)





Left Nantucket in the wake of Arthur. Blustery SW conditions and rough, confused seas for the first day, but fast sailing wing and wing. By the time I was drawing abeam of Cape Sable, things were settling in nicely, but then the fog came in. Ran the rest of the way to Cape Breton in very heavy fog, became a bit more disconcerting around Halifax after my radar stopped giving any return. Otherwise, an uneventful and pretty quick passage in a boat with only 25' on the waterline, the 500 NM to St Peter's covered in 4 days, with only a couple of hours of engine run time when the breeze died the last night approaching Cape Canso…

Lovely couple of days up the Bras d'Or to Baddeck, where I languished for about 3 days. Baddeck is always tough to leave, a wonderful town, and of course the last real 'civilization' I was likely to see for the next 6 weeks…



Lights airs up to and across the Cabot Strait, but it started blowing heading up the west coast of The Rock…





Hard enough that I bailed out into the beautiful Bonne Bay, within Gros Morne National Park. Good call, my 3 days hanging out in the delightful, laid back community of Norris Point turned out to be one of my favorite stops of the entire summer…








Took one day to climb Gros Morne, NFLD's highest mountain, something I had first done 40 years ago when making a bicycle tour of the Maritimes. It's a pretty challenging hike, felt good to this Old Guy that he could still manage it… :-)

Next stop, Labrador… Another overnight put me up in the Belle Isle Strait the following day, where the wind usually howls. I was flying, but up in the Strait the fog came in, bigtime. Without radar, and with reports from southbound shipping that there were plenty of icebergs north of Belle Isle, it was time to quit. I went into Henley Harbor, another stop that wound up being one of my favorites…

I've always had a fascination with abandoned places and ghost towns, and that was one of my main motivations for wanting to see the coast of Labrador… The once-thriving outport of Henley Harbor was officially 'resettled' about 40 years ago, though a few people return for brief periods each summer. When I came in, there were members of a family who had lived there that were taking their summer vacation in their old home, which was still in remarkably good shape. Delightful folks who gave me a wonderful welcome to their former home, served up some great stories and history lessons… My first Manhattan to celebrate my arrival in Labrador, was chilled with ice from Greenland they'd procured from the harbor…





I remained fogbound there for a couple of days, wandering around the remains of this beautiful, haunting place, situated beneath the striking rock formation known as the "Devil's Dining Table"… I was to see many more places like this throughout the course of my trip up the coast, but few more intriguing than this, a very special place, and a fading glimpse at a way of life that is gone, forever…











Doing day hops north from Henley, I encountered one of the 2 other cruising boats I saw all summer north of Cape Breton, this beautiful Morris 42 heading south after having gone up to Cartwright





Also, the first close encounter with ice on a beautiful day… There's no describing the awe of seeing these up close, offshore, just amazing. Pics don't come remotely close to doing their beauty justice...








Eagle Cove is typical of the wild, remote feel along this coast, and the hint of the ever-present fog offshore…





Hawke Harbor was a fascinating spot to explore, the rusted remains of a whale processing plant abandoned half a century ago… In its heyday, it was home to 400 whalers and workers. it was also home to some of the most impressively sized bear scat a came across last summer :-)





By the time you reach Labrador's mid coast, you begin to appreciate the defining aspects of cruising that coast… One of them, is the fact that the sailing conditions can be pretty diabolical… I've never sailed anywhere where the conditions could be more frustrating, or variable… There were some moments of wonderful sailing, it's just that they never seemed to last more than about 15 minutes. Setting a spinnaker or whisker pole was a virtual guarantee the wind would be on the nose in short order… And, one learns early on, any time one gets within sight of anything labeled a "Cape" in Labrador, it's time to reef as deeply as you can… The 'Cape Effects' and katabatic winds one can encounter up there, even on the most benign of days, are truly impressive…

As a result, if you want to cover ground along that coast, you'll do plenty of motoring… And, the logistics of obtaining diesel up there can be a bit daunting at times, as there is not a single fuel dock anywhere along that coast… In Makkovik - known as "The Friendliest Town in Labrador", I lucked out and the fuel truck was willing to come to me…





…but everywhere else, you'd need to ferry fuel to the boat in 1 or 2 jugs at a time…





Minor inconveniences, however, in comparison to the single biggest downside of cruising Labrador… Namely, the insects… :-)

I grew up and still live on the Jersey Shore, so I'm somewhat acquainted with mosquitos and the like… But i have never seen anything like the mosquitoes in Labrador. There's no describing how oppressive they can be, at all hours of the day. Full darkness was generally the only time I could sit out in the cockpit in reasonable comfort, at least with a citronella candle close at hand. But that would generally not be until about 11 PM. So, it was a continual bit of disappointment, to be anchored so often in such magnificent surroundings, but to often have to retreat below as soon as the hook was down, to gain refuge from the bugs… Even getting underway at 0430, you would be swarmed by insects… Fortunately, once out on the water and moving, they weren't much of a bother, which was a good argument for running the long days I was putting in...

Nain is the northernmost settlement in Labrador, beyond there you are well and truly on your own, and days will pass without seeing any sign of another human. You want to be well provisioned if heading up there, a half gallon of milk and a loaf of bread in Nain will set you back $15… And, I rarely got off the boat once north of there, the risk of encountering a polar bear just becomes too extreme… This anchorage at Manvers Run was one of the few times I went ashore north of Nain, and I certainly didn't wander very far :-)





All along, my target for this trip had been to visit the abandoned Moravian mission settlement of Hebron… Not sure exactly why, but it's always been one of those places I wanted to see someday, and it certainly did not disappoint… Amazing setting, and the welcome from the small group of caretakers who spend the summer there was very warm, indeed. Mine was the only sailboat they had seen thus far last summer… This delightful lady named Jenny served as my polar bear monitor, along with her faithful companion, during my wandering around the remains of the settlement… Just an amazing place, wish I could have lingered a bit longer…














But I was within one more day's sailing of Saglek Bay, and the magnificent Torngat Mountains that cover the northern tip of Labrador. The weather had been overcast for a week, but there was the promise of one fine day coming up, and I'd want to be in Saglek for it… I was incredibly lucky, had most of a perfect day for the 25 mile run up into the fiord… The scale of this place is impossible to convey, that peak behind my mast is still almost 6 miles away…





Like sailing into Glacier National Park in Montana, the geology is strikingly similar, to my eye…





The conventional wisdom is that by mid-August, it's time to start thinking hard about getting out of northern Labrador, the weather can start to turn pretty sharply from then on… And, given the incredible percentage of DDW sailing I'd had to make it up there, I was dreading the return against the prevailing SW breezes, it was time to start heading home…

The trip back down was a bit of a slog, but not as bad as I'd expected… But fighting my way out around Cape Domino about 10 days into the return, I was getting pasted, and decided to bail and take an unscheduled break in the tiny settlement of Black Tickle… Turned out to be one of the highlights of the trip, and one of my most memorable encounters with the wonderful people of Labrador…

Like virtually all of the communities along this coast, Black Tickle is completely isolated, and not connected to anywhere else by road… A town of about 130 people, their only lifeline to the outside world is the weekly visit from the coastal ferry of Labrador, the NORTHERN RANGER. Turned out the RANGER was calling that night, 2100 on a Saturday night…

No question, it's the social event of the week in a place like Black Tickle… The entire community turns out for her arrival, little kids up past their bedtime are part of the fun. Simply watching her come in was very impressive. I'd crossed paths with her a couple of weeks before around Hopedale, she's a very impressive little ship… Coming in out of the fog that night, the ship handling skills and work of the crew bringing her alongside, simply awesome… It was a thrill to be moored right there with her, and in the midst of all the activity of loading and off-loading her for the next couple of hours…





Walking through town that afternoon, every person I encountered immediately knew I was off that "little American sailboat" that had just arrived. I was the first yacht to stop in Black Tickle last summer, and quite possibly the only one, so milling about in the friendly crowd that night, I was somewhat of a minor celebrity… The warmth of the welcome I felt from everyone was astonishing, that's one of the joys of calling in places off the beaten track, of course…





But perhaps my most magical encounter with the 'natives' of Labrador was reserved for my final stop within the province... A big blow was forecast as I was approaching the Strait of Belle Isle, so I went into the community of St Mary's to hunker down for a few days. I'd been running in pea soup fog for several days, and without the service of my radar, I was really ready for a stiff drink by the time I finally wended my way into the little harbor just before nightfall, and dropped the hook in the shallow water within a stone's throw from shore...

I was immediately greeted by a very friendly and curious Beluga whale, swimming slow circles around the boat. These are known to be among the most 'social' of all marine mammals, and he hovered about the boat all night long...

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by a faint 'bumping' of the keel... At first I assumed, knowing I was in pretty shallow water, that I was simply lightly touching the bottom at low tide... As I further awoke, however, I realized it was just my new buddy the Beluga, scratching his back or otherwise rubbing himself up against my keel :-)

Next morning I upped anchor to move over to the public wharf near the fish plant in town... Here's my friend, soaking up the warmer water from my exhaust discharge...





A few days later, when the gnarly NE weather finally moved on out, I was rewarded with wonderful sailing conditions through the Strait, and down the west coast of the Rock... Even flew a spinnaker for the last bit, and across the Cabot Strait, finally putting into the tiny harbor at North Ingonish on Cape Breton... Another delightful spot I'd once passed through 40 years ago on a bicycle tour of Nova Scotia and Newfoundland, hung there for a couple of days, I don't think it's changed all that much in the interim...








And I managed to get some of the best bike riding I had all summer, there's little opportunity for much of that in Labrador :-)





Another couple of days in Baddeck, then fantastic sailing down thru the Bras 'd Or and out around Cape Canso and much of the way towards Halifax in a brisk NE breeze... Then almost a week spent waiting at the wonderful and very hospitable Shelburne YC, waiting for a window to cross the Gulf of Maine... Finally, an opportunity came, a fantastic crossing under a full moon, just sneaking into Nantucket Sound before the weather went downhill...

Arrived in Newport for the Boat Show weekend, perfect timing, and a wonderful way to wrap up the trip... All in all, that one last summer is gonna be tough to beat, for me...

So, anyone still awake?

:-)
1 Day Ago 10:21 AM
VF84Sluggo
Re: Big Freakin' Sails

So...are you still stuck in Sabine Pass with no engine? What's the situation with the mechanic/yard over the engine work?

The video is interesting, but leaves us at a place we already knew where you are.
2 Days Ago 10:48 PM
smackdaddy
Re: Big Freakin' Sails

Here's Episode 2 of the saga...

Carib Run: Leg 1 - Episode 2 | SmackTalk!

Enjoy.
2 Weeks Ago 10:24 AM
smackdaddy
Re: BFS training

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Originally Posted by chall03 View Post
Last week we did something kinda dumb. Or did we?

Being the middle of winter Sydney was hit by a passing cold front. We waited for it to hit, checked on the conditions and seastate( about 30-35 knots) rugged up the kids, stocked the boat up with hot food and sailed on out into it.

In the bay it was windy and fun. Outside it was bloody hardwork and unpleasant, but after a year of mostly fair weather picnic sailing it shook the cobwebs out real quick.

While many would think us morons to sail out into such conditions with the kids onboard the reality is that if we can't sail in these conditions we are very much morons to be talking about crossing oceans as a family. We wanted to make sure that we still knew what we were doing, and it is equally important to us that the kids are comfortable and can handle heavier weather.

With so much focus now on avoiding bad weather and having the right safety gear I wonder how many people do spend time just trying to be good sailors?

*Disclaimer - My wife and I have both been sailing & racing for 15 years/We push ourselves only within limits we are comfortable with/our situation on this occasion was such that the refuge of a familiar, protected bay was waiting for us/our boat is fully CAT 1 compliant/our kids handle sailing and the sea well and if they didn't we wouldn't be dong it.
Oh hell yeah!!



As you know by now, I think you just did one of the smartest thing any sailor can do.
2 Weeks Ago 10:01 AM
jerryrlitton
Re: Big Freakin' Sails

Totally agree. There are two basic limits; the equipment limits and your limits. You stop when you hit whatever you come to first. I say go for it.
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