Last night's race was pretty amazing. I had come from a funeral on the Cape, so missed the start time. Luckily, there was an LNG tanker coming out around 7, so the CYC split the race into 2 races, one before and one after the tanker. I missed the first race, Norm did it with John, Wil, and Grant, an instructor at BSC. Four is too few crew though. Anway, the wind had come up, a cold front I think, and it was in the 20s, gusting over 25.
I got to South Station on the bus from Hyannis, and walked along the waterfront watching the race as I went to Lewis Wharf. I watched the rest of it from Vasily and Nelly's boat, Katrina, which is docked at BSC. Vasily has a nasty flu, so didn't want to infect everyone, thus he refrained from joining the crew. I could see that they needed more people, 4 wasn't enough to keep the boat flat. After the first race, they came into the mooring field at BSC, and Bernard took Nelly and me on the tender over to Averisera. So now we had 6 crew. We waited for the course to clear of the tanker, then sailed out to check out the starting line. We got a good start, away from the crowd on the RC boat side. Pretty much everyone started with a starboard tack. Shout, a Farr 40, tacked again, now on port, and tried to maneuver through the crowd. They misjudged, turning to avoid Crosswinds, a C&C36, and Shout's stern crossed right in front of Crosswinds, which slammed into their stern pulpit and crushed it. Whoa. A Shout crewmember went overboard, the bow of Shout plunged down, I thought she was going to sink. But she didn't. They got the guy back on board, and retired from the race. Crosswinds didn't seem to be damaged and continued.
On the downwind leg, many of the bigger boats, Crosswinds among them, had their spinnakers up. We didn't since Averisera can't exceed her hull speed, and we were doing that with just the jib. The gusts were very strong, and several boats had trouble with broaching and rounding up with the big sails up. Crosswinds prepared to gybe, they were directly behind us, and bam, a puff filled the spinnaker and down came their mast!!! Good grief. We saw the spinnaker and then the main sail drop into the water, and the boat just stopped. Nobody was hurt, thank goodness. We continued, rounded the bottom mark, and turned back up the course on the upwind leg. Now there was a police boat and another boat helping the dismasted vessel. Meanwhile, a traffic helicopter decided to get in close and personal. Here we are sailing in challenging wind conditions, racing in a narrow harbor, and what does the helicopter do? Drop down for some good shots. Good grief. Like we didn't have enough crazy wind! I started yelling and shaking my fists at them. I think they got the idea that they were endangering the rest of the fleet and they took off. I wonder if we were on the 11pm news? I still don't have TV, so no idea.
Anyway, that's the story and I'm sticking to it.
We are going to have start bringing the camera. There's way too much excitement.