nother night of terror.
What happens out here systematically is that one small mistake
leads to something bigger, which in turn leads to a disaster. It
must have to do with fatigue . . . something we are all heavily
effected by right now.
The grande finale in this morning's opera was a broach with Curtis
up the mast and the pole and boomvang exploding. We were
resetting the spinnaker, after repairing it from an earlier smaller
mistake (so this whole episode should never have happened in the
first place). It opened before it got to the top, the helmsman
lost control and spun into the wind.
Curtis was up the rig while
it was shaking violently. I thought he was going to die. We had
to blow the halyard to get borne away. The spinnaker went in the
water and it was all hands to get it on board while the boat was
now doing 15 knots without even trying. We got Curtis down and he
is OK. He won't ever forget that broach.
So, now we are back to the same situation of yesterday sailing
slow with no spinnaker up, just watching Silk Cut march on by.
Hopefully we will have the pole rebuilt within 10 hours before
Chessie comes by.
Life on board is a horror show. When you have a scene like that,
it takes 3-4 hours just to clean up the mess. Then you start on
the repairs. No one gets any sleep and meals get forgotten. We
were already very tired from the last 48 hours. Now, we are hit
I try to keep the big picture in mind. This is Leg 2 of a 9-leg
regatta. We got a good one in on the first leg. We knew we were
short on experience down here. So, now we know a little more and,
yes, there is a price to pay. Still, what matters is where this
all boils down next May coming down the English Channel on the way
to the finish line.
So, what we have to do right now is take a time out. Two hours of
nothing. Two people on deck just making minimal headway. When
the pole is fixed and we have some rest we will start racing