Pythagoras Was Right!

To answer your questions, no, the world isn't flat so I didn't sail off the edge of the earth. And no, I have not been abducted by sea creatures. 

All I can say, there were way more hours of fun to be had this summer than exists in a equatorial summer. So, being in the Pacific Northwest we have to be frugal with our days of summer and unfortunately blogging didn't make the cut.

So now that the cold has set in and the days have sunken into the darkness of winter, I finally have time to get around to posting. No, I'm not going to bore you with multiple outdated posts. 

In gesture of peace, I'm going to channel the spirit of Speed Dating. 

Don't be put off by the fact that I have never speed dated, but by the end of this post you should be able to judge whether or not I am worthy of forgiveness of my blogging sins.

Don't worry there will be lots of pictures so it should be easy to keep up!  We'll be picking up just after the last race I blogged about.

Sunset off the coast of Washington while bringing Wave Dancer back to from Victoria, BC To Astoria, OR

Passing a tall ship while heading over the Columbia River Bar with five knots of current on our nose. I don't think that ship was making any ground!

Soaking up the summer sun on the lake.

Evening racing on Party Girl.

Teaching the kids to sail.

Nine boat raft up to watch fireworks on the 4th of July.

Summer swimming and high diving off the bow.

Calm evening sail.

Last hurrah sail of the year on the mighty Columbia River!

Early morning departure from Astoria heading up river.

Orion's Wake all tucked in nice and dry for the winter.

So there we are, the whole summer in one post.  

Keep us on your radar, sailing season starts for us in April!

~J~

DNF

After a seven and a half hour drive + ferry ride across the Straight of Juan de Fuca, we were back in the marina where we had left Wave Dancer. The place was hardly recognizable compared to when we had left it two weeks ago. Previously where there had been mostly empty docks with maybe twenty race boats. There were now over one hundred and eighty race boats in full regalia. 

All those boats don't sail themselves and the crew members alone totaled over twelve hundred people, not to mention the two hundred volunteers and the many spectators that came out just to check out the boats. Needless to say the docks were bustling, and the previously quite Inner Harbor of Victoria had taken on a county fair like quality. Live music and booths along the waterside were selling everything from hot dogs to henna tattoos to whales carved out of driftwood. The atmosphere made the event feel like the whole town was coming out to support the race.

The sun was out and the wind was up, we and the other hundred and eighty sailboats headed out to make the eight o'clock start.

The Schooner Martha

Waiting for our turn at the starting line, we were honored to have the one hundred and seven year old schooner boat, Martha cruise by with all her sails up. Martha was one of two large wooded sailboats to enter the race, the other being the HMCS Oriole. 

Those ships that were built and sailed long before the invent of GPS, VHF radio, EPIRB locating beacons and reminded me of the sailors that came before and the skill and fortitude it took to take a large wooden leaky boat out into the unforgiving oceans of the world.

Adrienne tailing.

We got off to a good start and with a little over twenty knots of wind and we were well on our way to the turn around mark that was located at the last bay along the Northern Washington Coast before entering the Pacific Ocean. 

As the sun slid over the edge of the ocean the winds weekend little by little. By midnight we had traveled fifty miles to arrive at the turn around mark. With little to no wind teasing our sails we were stopped dead in the water at one point before the faintest breeze moved us along.  

All through the night we ghosted ever so slowly making our way back to Victoria. Any hopes of the morning sun bringing freshened winds with it were quickly doused. The day was spent keeping the spinnaker sail barely full of wind, if it wasn't for the tide currents going our direction we might have been going backwards. As you can see below the water is about as flat and glassy as your going to ever see it out there. 

Flying the spinnaker in a whisper of wind.

As evening drew closer the winds didn't change, but the tide currents did. We were now almost at a dead stop even though there was a hint of wind filling the sail and when you looked at the water passing under the boat it felt like we were moving in a forward direction. That was until you looked at the shore and noticed that the scenery hadn't changed for the last three hours! 

This won't come as a surprise to any of you that were following the race tracker, but after hearing the forecast that predicted no significant wind over the next twenty four hours and hearing over the VHF radio over fifteen of our competing sail boats one by one retire from the race. Just before dark, we decided that we should strike the sails and retire from the race. 

Earning ourselves and at least forty other boats the official race placement of DNF (Did Not Finish)

~J~

Swiftsure!

Another fun filled weekend of sailing is about to happen. The Swiftsure International Sailboat Yacht Race will take place this Saturday. You can check out the race here. Again I will be racing on Wave Dancer and this time Adrienne will be joining me, this will be her first sailboat race ever! 

Along with over one hundred and eighty other sail boats, we'll cross the starting line at about nine in the morning on Saturday. It looks like the race can last anywhere from twenty to thirty hours for us. So, we are hoping to finish in the wee hours of Sunday morning.

You can follow along with us as we race by going to the link below.

http://www.swiftsure.org/race-tracker/ 

After the weekend of racing is over, we then will sail the boat back out the Straight of Juan de Fuca to the Pacific Ocean and down the coast of Washington to Astoria, OR. If time permits, we'll take the boat up the hundred or so miles of the Columbia River to her home in Portland, OR. 

We will pretty much be following the same route as the Oregon Offshore Race from two weeks ago, but in reverse. 

Hopefully I'll keep the cookies in the box this time!

~J~

Legendary

What a wild ride! This year there were record breaking speeds, record breaking rainfall and a hell of a lot of wind. The first boat to cross the finish line beat the previous record by almost five hours. Even though Wave Dancer didn't win any ribbons, she had her fastest run ever, coming in twenty four hours faster than last year.

From the get go, the race was challenging. We had a perfect approach to the starting line one minute before the race stared and we were moving at seven knots on a starboard tack. Coming towards us at about ten knots from the other end of the starting line were two other boats on port tack. As rules of the road go we had the right away and they were supposed to avoid us. One of the boats avoided us by turning away from the line and the remaining boat held it's course and appeared not to see us. Our skipper decided to turn towards the line to avoid a collision and just as we were making our turn one of the crew members on the approaching boat looked around the large foresail. There was a bunch of shouting and yelling on the other boat and then instead of heading behind us they turned the same direction. 

That's me in the red and white.

When you make a turn in a boat, the boat may be pointing in your new direction of travel but there is still a substantial amount of movement going on in the direction that you just turned from. I was located in about the same place on our boat as the photo above. As the two boats slid sideways towards each other, I got my arms and legs out of the way and watched as a ten thousand pound, thirty six feet fiber glass boat collided with a ten thousand pound, forty four foot carbon fiber boat just a foot in front of me. Smack, and a crack, we hit broad sides of our boats and our boat raised and then slid away from the other boat. At this point the sails back winded and we lost control over the boat as it spun around and pointed towards the direction we had just come from. The forty foot boat that was behind us when this all happened is now heading right for us and misses our bow by merely inches. 

We got our self straightened out and headed across the start line maybe five minutes behind the other boats. From the collision we had sustained some damage. A crack in the deck where the boat flexed and split opened in a semicircle flap where a old stanchion used to be mounted on the deck let in water that ran down the inside of the boat. The skipper assessed the damage and the amount of water that it was letting in and decided to press on. 



We attempted to put up the spinnaker sail up in the twenty knot winds but we were having difficulties and had to abandon that plan. We ran with just the main and the head sail up the coast of Washington. With the exception of the mid afternoon when we were twenty miles off shore the winds started to approach gale force, we were seeing twenty eight knots of wind that would gust up to thirty five knots. This was also about the time where my body thought it would be a good idea to let sea sickness set in.
  
I need to stop here and explain how our crew schedule works. We had six crew members on the boat that were broken into two separated crews of three. Each crew would take a four hour shift while the other crew rested and ate for four hours and then the crew that was resting switches places with the crew on deck and the cycle continues like that until the end of the race. 

At the start of the race it was all hands on deck for a while. The crew rotation started at two in the afternoon with my crew on deck first. Shortly after the crew rotation started the wind picked up and the ocean turned into a landscape of awe and terror as the waves approached heights fifteen feet and were confused. The best way I could describe what I saw is something like this, imagine huge valleys of water with mountain peaks breaking all around as far as the eye could see. 

The winds were stronger than the amount of sail we had up could handle and we were ending up healed way over. We decided to drop the headsail and that didn't go exactly as planned. We dropped the headsail, and about a third of the way down along came on of those thirty five knot gusts of wind. The head sail was peeled out of it's track and flew out into the ocean. We grabbed the lines attached to the headsail and pulled the sail to the boat and struggled to get it aboard. Every time the sail was almost completely on board, a wave would break over the bow and would cover the lower half of my body and pull the sail back out. While I was on the bow of the boat, it was dropping off of each wave like an amusement ride leaving my stomach at the top of the wave. At the bottom of the wave the bow of the boat would bury into the water sending anywhere from six to eighteen inches of water across the deck of the boat. As this went on I was feeling worn out and sea sick all while bending over to hold onto the sail, and I thought to myself. 

"What the hell did you get yourself into, you bought yourself a ticket for a ride and you can't get off!" 

At this point I was vowing to never step on a boat at sea again!

This tug of war for the sail went on for about forty five minutes. Until we finally got it secured on deck along with fifteen or twenty gallons of sea water trapped up inside of the sail. 

After a few hours the wind died down to the twenty knot range with gusts of twenty five, the seas were still a bit confused but they were only about eight feet in height. Our shift change was up and now it was time to try and sleep in a bed that moves so much that you have to actively wedge yourself into your bunk or you'll end up in a pile on the floor. While little sleep actually occurred, it was a relief to get below and out of the elements. To get an idea of what it was like for me to be below in the cabin during those high winds and confused seas here is a video the stove on the boat. The stove is on a gimble so when you see what appears to be the stove moving it's really the only thing on the boat not moving. The gimble keeps the stove completely upright so you can cook on it during rough seas. 

Don't forget to turn the audio up on this one, you can hear the wind and water outside and the boat shuttering on the inside. I can imagine a white noise generator that might play these sounds. It would be marketed for old salty sailors that can't get to sleep on the land with all that quite and stillness.

After another shift change or two, I lost count. We made the turn around the top of Washington and entered the straights of Juan de Fuca. Shortly after the ocean calmed down and we saw a nice following sea with steady winds. My sea sickness subsided, I ate some food and with gorgeous sunny weather to lift our spirits we set the spinnaker sail for a nice sail into Victoria Harbor. 

That's us as we crossed the finish line.

We arrived in Victoria checked in at customs and at about eight in the evening and found a beautiful place to park Wave Dancer right in front of the Empress Hotel

 Once on the dock, we headed over for a restaurant meal and a to use a toilet that didn't want to move as you were trying to do your business. Our day was topped off with this wonderful view of the sun setting next to a couple of tall ships.

The next day we woke fairly early and cleaned and dried out the boat. As if the leak didn't soak it's share of the boat, the spray and rain coming into the cockpit along with the condensation of us sleeping down there finished the job. Drying everything out at the dock made us look a little like a thrift shop.

One of the lessons I learned on the trip is what the sink on the boat is really for! I thought having a beer named Canadian was funny, what if every county did that?  And if the sink doesn't cut it for you there are alternatives aboard a boat to stowing your alcohol, as demonstrated by our dock neighbors.

Since we beat last years time by over twenty four hours we had an extra day to sit around and enjoy the great weather in Victoria harbor. 

Oh, and that thought I had earlier, you know "Vowing to never step on a boat at sea again!" that was just temporary insanity. Now that I have my land legs back and have a full nights rest, I'm all ready for the Swift Sure Race coming up in a little over a week. 
~J~  

It's a first!

Well, Thursday it begins. I will be crewing on a sailboat for the first time during an offshore race, and it looks like it's going to be a good one. The race start at eight am sharp on Thursday and if you peak at the picture below it shows that the wind speed will be at nineteen knots around eight in the morning moving up to about twenty eight knots with gusts of forty knots! It's going to stay in the twenty knot range through the better part of Friday.

I invite you to follow along as we make the one hundred and ninety three mile journey up the coast of Washington and onward to Victoria, BC. It should take us somewhere between fifty six and fifty nine hours of straight sailing to get there. That should put us there late Saturday night, I expect you to stay up eating popcorn and waiting for us to finish.

The following links will let you follow us, see what the race is all about and show you what the winds are like out there.

Click here to link to this great site tracks our progress as we race.  It should be updated to the 2014 race by Thursday morning. Look for our boat, she's named Wave Dancer.

To read about the race in general and see the names of the thirty something boats racing click here.

Click here for an amazing website that shows the winds not only along the Washington coast but the whole world! 

I'll do my best to get some great pictures of the action to share with you.

See you in the land of the maple leaf.

~J~

Death Roll

April sailing can be a mixed bag around these parts and last week was no exception. With steady winds and an overcast skys, we had a great start to our race. We rounded the first mark and launched the spinnaker sail.  

That's when trouble began. Instead of the wind keeping a nice steady speed and direction like it had been for the last hour, the wind increased in speed, which was great for racing. And even though the wind decided upon a new steady wind speed it couldn't make up it's mind to what direction it wanted to blow.  

That's when I learned a new sailing vocabulary term. From the cockpit below I heard the spinnaker trimmer yell "Death Roll". 

Now I don't know about you, but upon hearing that I seriously wondered it I should have left my smart phone in the car. Anything with the word roll in it used during sailing usually is not good. There are a few exceptions, but with the word death tacked onto the front of it, I knew that it wasn't one of those exceptions.

To explain what a "Death Roll" is I will quote from text lifted off the wiki sailing vocab link, click on the quote to see the whole definition. Then I'll show you a video I dug up on YouTube of another boat in the midst of a "Death Roll" that will give you an idea of what our boat did. 

Here is the quote "During a death roll, the boat rolls from side to side, becoming gradually more unstable until either it capsizes or the skipper reacts correctly to prevent it." 

Our skipper reacted correctly, like the skipper in this video did. It's a long video so skip to the part we're looking for at the 12:00 min to 14:00 min section.

So, in the video you can see three distinct things that shouldn't be happening. The first is the big red and blue spinnaker sail is moving from side to side, not a good thing. That in turn, causes the boat to rock back and forth, not supposed to happen either. And last but not least, the big white main sail connected to the boom gets swung around and slammed back and forth from one side of the boat to the other. That's what we call an uncontrolled jibe!

As an example, the above picture of another crew member, shows him sitting on the boom to prevent an accidental jibe. Which is a little different than an uncontrolled jibe. Sitting on the boom like that keeps a lighter wind from sneaking behind the sail and pushing it to the other side of the boat. 

Well, that's where I was sitting when I heard "Death Roll" from the cockpit. If you watched the video, you will quickly realize that it's not smartest place to be when an uncontrolled jibe happens. As I was leaning my weight against the boom, I felt it push back against me, I pushed back a little harder, it pushed back with even more force and in the end the boom won the battle. In an effort not to be pushed out into the water I ended up lying sunny side up on the deck, with my head downhill towards that water. 

I scrambled up and moved to the front of the boat, out of the way of the boom that was sweeping back and forth across the boat. Now, we weren't the only boat having fun out there that night. A slightly larger boat that was ahead of us and off to our port side was playing the death roll game as well. Whether it was the skill of the skipper or just bad luck, that boat lost control and did a full broach causing their boat to turn sharply in front of us. 

I'll interrupt here to check out this video compilation of boats broaching. The first boat you see in the video is a good example of how the boat next to us turned sharply in front of us. In the video that skipper regained control of the boat quickly, unlike the boat next to us. The boat next to us looked more like the second boat in the video. Over completely on it's side, sail in the water and yes they did break something. If you continue watching you will see a third boat, let's just hope that doesn't ever happen.

At this point we have sketchy control over our boat, and all we can see in front of us is twenty eight feet of boat bottom, maybe thirty yards away and perpendicular to us. Kudos to our skipper as we managed to miss ramming the other boat and regained control by blowing the spinnaker sail.  Blowing the spinnaker sail is where you let all the spinnaker lines completely out in an effort to get the wind to stop filling the sail.

From the 20 second to about 36 second mark of the video of another boat, you can get an idea of what our spinnaker sail looked like when we blew it. The rest of the video shows all the different ways to have fun with the unwieldy spinnaker sail. (Ignore the weird sound effects in this video)

We got the spinnaker sail down and tucked it away as quick possible, before the wind tore it apart. All in all, it turned out to be a fun evening of racing and gave my adrenaline glands a workout.

~J~

Launched

After countless cold wintry days spent working on our boat Orion's Wake. She has emerged from her cocoon and is floating proudly in her home waters.

Over the next few weeks I will share some of the more exciting changes that took place while she was hidden beneath her silvery tarp of a chrysalis.

Today we'll start with her exterior. Along with a complete cleaning, polishing and waxing, she now has her name emblazoned on both her starboard and port aft. Aft is the sailing term for, towards the back of the boat.  

Inspired by her name, we fancied up her back side with an artsy rendering of the Orion constellation. And just in case we forgot where we came from, our port of call is there on the back. Not to be outdone by the back of the boat, the front of the boat got a makeover with new state identification numbers on both starboard and port sides of the bow.

You might have noticed the new ladder off the back, that's an important safety item. You know, so when you fall off the boat, you can get back on. I'm guessing it's going to get more action as a swim ladder than a man overboard ladder, at least I hope so.

There is also a new gas engine back there. Now we won't run out of batteries like we did last fall while using the electric motor to try and get to our anchorage spot before it was too dark to see where we were going, ugg.

Lets see, there is also the new fenders. To keep her from slamming into the dock when the winds pick up. I'm told there a bit large for this size of boat, but bigger is better. Right? 

Let's see, there is a new bag for the head sail that keeps the sail of the deck.  

What you can't really see, are the new lines that we added for safer control over the boat in higher wind conditions.  Which we all know, equals more fun!

And yes, that is a solar panel you see upon her cabin hatch. But you'll have to wait till later to get the skinny on that.

~J~