Go, Go, Go......
The Sea Trials Class that I just finished spanned three days and two nights. The whole class took place on the seventeen thousand pound sailboat named "Messenger". She's a Pearson 39 and you can find her specs here.
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S/V Messenger |
This class taught some of the more advanced aspects of sailing; we learned how to navigate a hundred miles of the Columbia River day and night, using paper charts, buoys and what are called range markers. During the day, the range markers look like two large signs with vertical stripes. When you line them up with each other, you knew you are in the main channel and safe from running aground. And at night, lights attached to the top of the range markers safely guide your way.
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Range Marker Sketch |
Avoiding the shallow areas and the shore were only the beginning of our worries. Dimly lit, massive, six hundred foot freighters carrying shipping containers passed us in the dark with an eerie silence. Large dredging ships with their strangely lit decks blended in with the wood mills on the shore, making them almost impossible to detect.
Luckily, we were also being trained in the finer points of marine radio communications. This came in handy at night when all we could see of the enormous freighters was the faint red light and a higher up faint white light. Most of the time the conversations with the other ships went something like this.
Messenger "This is the sailing vessel Messenger heading out."
Large Freighter "We see you sailing vessel Messenger, what is your intent?".
Messenger "We plan on passing you on our port side."
Large Freighter "Sounds good, you have a good night - see you on the port side"
After surviving the Columbia river, the next goal was to cross the river bar and head out to the Pacific Ocean. Depending on weather serverity, this part of the class is often omitted from the schedule. We had the perfect weather for the bar crossing. Slightly overcast, temperature in mid sixties, ebb tide and three to four foot seas.
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Me at the helm! |
Heading further away from the mainland, the ocean provided perfect sailing weather with eight to ten foot rolling seas and twelve to fifteen knots of wind. The fun began as the bow of the boat would ride up to the crest of the wave, come down the other side and crash into the next wave. Well, that fun ride can only last so long, and within an hour the whole class was feeling the onset of sea sickness. Using all the tricks to avoid a full bout of seasickness, another class mate and myself managed to keep our cookies to ourselves. The other two classmates weren't so fortunate. Each of them made multiple contributions overboard, which kept them from spending much time at the helm.
I'll share with you a little secret I learned during this part of the class. Don't puke into the wind!
After spending five hours at sea, we headed back to the mouth of the river. When you sail you have to take your opportunities when they come and in this case that meant riding the incoming tide way up the river until it stopped and we docked around 4:30am. After a couple of winks of sleep, we navigated the same stretch of river we came down two days before, arriving back in Portland in the early evening.
Sleep deprived and back on land, I can hardly wait to head out to sea again.
~J~