Winds were nice from the south around 8-14 knots. Current was flooding and was a factor. Course for A&B was K to C to H. C sailed K to G to H.
I started the evening at Minisceongo Yacht Club (MYC) to pick up two additional crew members for the race. The young ladies were part of MYC's youth sailing program. Jesse had contacted me about the possibility of adding some crew members and we happily accepted two of the youth sailors. I drove them over to
Haverstraw Marina and we embarked from there.
On the way, they were concerned about how I planned to right by J28 in the event of a capsize. I used to have the same concern, so I did my best to explain the physics of the boat and how we will never tip over. The explanation basically boiled down to the extreme event of a gale hitting the sails and knocking us down. Our sails would hit the water, lose all pressure on them from the wind, and then the 3,000 pounds of lead in the keel would right us. We skipped any discussion of the keel falling off or the idea that an unsecured hatch could sink the boat in a knockdown.
Leaving the marina, we hoisted sail as usual and sailed on a tight reach to H. From H we sailed about halfway up the course to get an idea of what the wind was doing. The wind looked good across the course, so we decided to avoid the current and go to the left side of the course after the start. We also threw in a quick series of four tacks to make sure the new crew members got some practice scaling my ridiculously high cabin top. Over six feet of head room on a 28 foot boat creates the high cabin top. It is no small challenge on Jazz to cross over during tacks. The girls did well, so I was comfortable going into the race with them on deck.
Heading back to the line, I took a quick look and found the line to be almost square with the starboard (boat) end favored. With the current pulling boats back from the line, I knew I would have some room at the boat, even if things got crowded.
The start went as expected. We did a Vanderbilt start. This is a timed run where we sailed away from the starting line with 4 minutes to go. With 2:20 to go, we did a slow tack and were heading back for the line with just under 2 minutes to go. Since it is a timed start, 2 minutes was a little long for the final approach and I was a tad early. I did some large turns up and down to slow us a bit and with 15 seconds to go, we hit the gas and got off to a good start at the favored end.
From here we sailed a long starboard tack before flipping over to port. We rounded the first mark with a small lead over the next boat. As the reach leg began, I felt something was not going right. Since I was driving, I assumed the problem was with trim, so Emily, our new crew member, took a look at the jib and worked with Frank to see if it could be improved. Things got better, but I was still feeling off. I asked our other new crew member, Alexa, to take over the driving.
With the two kids trimming and driving things got better. The distance between us and the next boat stopped shrinking and began growing. The kids were doing great, so I sat aside and watched them get us to G. At G, I briefly took the helm to execute the necessary gybe. After gybing, Emily took the helm and Alexa worked on the trim. They would switch back and forth a couple of times and they carried us to the finish. More than just finish, they helped us extend the tenuous lead and win the race.
It was a nice relief to have the two girls step in and help us win the race. I was impressed with their ability to hop on a strange boat and navigate their way around it in some windy conditions. Even more impressive was their willingness to jump into the key positions on the boat and help us sail faster. The two girls steered the majority of the race and helped secure us a first place finishing position.
After the race, we headed straight into MYC to drop off our new crew. It was my first time going to MYC by water and the mid tide helped my confidence going into the shallow area. With three feet under the keel the whole way, there was no real basis for my concern. Entering the harbor through the narrow entrance was cool. We then hooked right into a slip and dropped off the girls. They wanted to just jump off the boat and swim in, but I did not consider that safe at all and I had no interest in having their guardians put a hit out on me.
With the girls off the boats and a nice breeze still blowing, we hoisted sail again and hooked up with Dick Bracken's J28 for a little side by side sailing. While I managed to stay close, Dick sailed away from us a bit and showed that his boat had legs.
We then continued to reach back and forth across the river in the great breeze. We had some good puffs punching into the 16 knot range, maybe even higher. The conditions were so good we continued reaching until well after sunset.
This next picture seems to show a thunderstorm developing way up north. Notice the top of it extending to the east. Seems like a higher level flow from the west was sheering off the top of the cell. Could be something else, so please comment if you know why this cloud looks like it is being blown apart.
It was nice to see some other boats out there enjoying the evening with us. Sailing in the fading light with good boat speed is a neat experience. The boat seems to skip along the water more as the perspective changes due to the loss of sight. Finally at 21:30, we headed in for the night.
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I cannot let something go, so I thought it best to memorialize the thought here. While one of the girls was driving, I could hear a soft humming or possibly singing coming from her. It reminded me that I used to do the same thing out loud until my late teens. I imagine it was the social pressure that eventually quieted this habit and brought the tune inside my head. I realized that the song is no longer in my head when I sail and I miss that.
I am not into the whole harmony of the world and the new age BS that goes along with all that. I do recognize that waves are patterns. They are predictable patterns that can be akin to a rhythm. I forgot how nice it is to be so connected to that rhythm that a song comes out that matches the rhythm of the sea. I greatly appreciated tonight's experience as it brought back my younger days when the rhythm was a more explicit part of my sailing.
I would like to think that I still have that connection to the sea, but it no longer shows itself as explicitly as it did in my youth. Despite wanting to hold onto that, I have to admit that those connections to the sea and environment are more about experience today than feel. I will not proclaim experience or feel to be better than the other, but I recognize that my experience and careful analysis of the conditions have come at the expense of letting some of the feel slip away.
That was going through my head as the sun was setting. I don't sail much at night anymore, but night sailing is where analysis takes a backseat and feeling must come to the forefront. As the river lost its light, I appreciated being able to feel the boat under me and longed for the days where that just happened in my subconscious. I can understand and explain sailing better than I could 20 years ago, but I miss driving a boat on feel more than thought. Because of that, I am slower in pure sailing situations. At least my kids will be old enough to drive a boat in a few years and I can do my best to help them keep that feel as long as possible.