16:52:03 – the time it took Stratocaster to complete the Coastal Classic 2007. Six of those hours were just freezing about 6 degrees Celsius or so. Add a windchill factor and yeah it is really cold. Sitting on a rail, water in your boots. I am thinking why the hell am I doing this? I have a very good understanding of what hyperthermia is from my weekly Coastguard training. I understand how critical the core body temperature is. I am recognizing all of the signs of beginning stages of mild hyperthermia. I am shivering underneath my wet offshore sailing suit. The wind is howling. Every ten minutes or so it feels like someone is throwing a bucket of water over me – just to remind me that it could be worse. Winds are reaching upwards of 20 – 25 knots (46.3km/h) and increasing steadily. Should we take our kite down? (spinnaker) Someone asks. We all know we should because this 35-foot boat has reached 15.5 knots and is averaging around 13 -14 knots last half an hour. This is a race – I see Iolanthe II far behind us.
The sun is coming down and we have maybe 10 minutes left of daylight. Another rouge wave goes over the deck. I have salt water in my mouth and fresh cold water in my boots. Keep looking at Iolanthe II – oh shit – their spinnaker is tangled, boat is healing over, boom and main are in the water. I see them letting go of all of the sails. They are trying to get the spinnaker down – snap – the spinnaker tears into two pieces violently flapping in the air. The boat is back on the even keel. Everything is good. Couple of us look at each other: “ oh well, that sucks†This all went down and lasted no more than 40 seconds. “Should we get our spinnaker down?†Same question lingers in the air again. Yes we should but instead we decide to wait another five minutes. We still have some daylight and we are doing great speed. We’ll have to get it down because we are not going to be able to hold it when the night comes. Just another 5 minutes.
SNAP !!! a buckle holding the block which the spinnaker sheet is going through smacks into Coen’s back. Too much wind and the buckle holding the block snapped. Right into the Dutch guy who was just telling us how he hurt his back last week. He screams from the pain. The block ends up in the cockpit just about the same time when our boat is heeling way too much. Loud voices on the boat everyone is releasing all the sheets; the spinnaker is being brought down. Everyone is doing something, the boat is heeling, the clew of the sail is in the water. Coen is hurting. … Somehow we get the spinnaker down. Boat stands up and we put up smaller Genoa jib and keep sailing. Another minute has passed. We still have our daylight yet the spinnaker is down. We check on Coen. Are you all right? Yeah. I am ok. I sit down back on a rail. Last two minutes have warmed me up but I still have water in my boots. It is still about 6 – 8 degrees and the water is still gushing over the deck. I get up and go change. Put my 3rd and last dry under gear and t-shirt on. Not much longer only another 5 – 6 hours to go. Anyone wants a tea? I pass the cups with the tea around. We all pretend like this is what is going to warm us up. Coen is doing ok. Well he does not say much and keeps staring ahead. If anyone asks him how is he doing – he gets annoyed. I guess he is all right then.
So this is what two minutes of sailing feel like. Then there was another few hours sailing but nothing really happened. We all joked and pretended like we are not really cold. HA. Its feels like my life. Everything is humming along when shit happens. Then there is excitement and then everything is humming along again. Well, most of the time. There was a catamaran – Silver Raider that capsized 10 nautical miles south of Cape Brett and 4 guys spent hour and a half in water before another boat rescued them. They never found the boat. Another boat suffered a broken rudder and the mast snapped on a third, which needed to be towed.
I woke up around 11 am and went out to check out the town. Russell is tiny but cute – cutie little town up in Bay of Islands. Some guys were already drinking on another boats. Or maybe they just have not stopped since they got here at night, especially the one unaware of families walking on a pier about 10 meters from where he somehow managed to walk up from the cabin of his boat onto the bow. This is where he delightfully proceeded to relieve himself into the water. Everyone was having a great show watching him carry on with his plan. It was amazing to see his ability not to fall into the water. It was a beautiful morning, sunny and windy. His ability to balance (unfortunately for him and fortunately for everyone else) has made him oblivious to anything else. Unbeknown to wind direction he proceeded as planned with an obvious result. Maybe it was just my imagination that I saw a little boy standing on a pier, watching and learning one of his life lessons. Do not pee against the wind.
The evening was great. Live band and plenty of people sharing their stories. Lots of fun. Met this really great girl – but she was married. Oh – well (must keep going). I heard another story of a guy who fell asleep on a wrong boat. When he woke up he asked everyone what the hell were they all doing on his boat. Well, this is our boat – your boat is over there. Just funny stories all around. Good times – good times. Well – to be honest, I really do know why I am willing to freeze my ass off when sailing. It’s the sense of accomplishment when you run down the events of the day in your head. It’s the sense of freedom and understanding the massive power of wind, ability to conquer the distance same way they used to do it hundreds of years ago. It’s the camaraderie that builds while under pressure while pushing yourself further and further. It’s the challenge and ultimate understanding of your strength…and then there is beer of course.