Reporting in from the McCrae marathon which was run in what could perhaps be described as “vigorous” conditions. Started in 20knots with gusts to 30 and had to get out through a nasty shore break which is rare for us. Course for my div (for those that know the bay) was McCrae/ dromana pier/ Marthas cove marina/ Mt Martha (about opposite the Yacht Club), back to the point at Safety beach for a loop de loop around the wreck buoy, out to the Hovell and back to the club. Div 1, A’s and Taipans did the same but went to Mornington before the return.
By the time we’d rounded the point at Safety Beach the wind was steady 25 with gusts over 30. The waves were huge. At one stage I was in a trough and I reckon the next wave was as high as my sail number. It was all I could do to stay on the boat and by this stage I was letting the traveler out a bit. (Well maybe a lot!)
After the U turn at Mt Martha, a screaming reach back to the point but I have to say most of the energy went into staying on board rather than maximizing performance. After doing the circle at the point the wind changed and settled a bit but we were on a beat to the Hovell. Not really what you’d want having just worked all the way to Mt Martha.
Then.. back came the northerly, High 20’s maybe low 30’s with gusts that seemed quite a bit more (though mabey that was just the fear making it seem more
). With the direction change it was now a reach to the Hovell though really all I could do was run, luffing up in the big ones, then point up in the lulls. Pretty much the whole way was spent sitting on the beam with a fist full of toe strap and everything off, trying not to get bucked off. Seeing where I was going was a bit hit & miss through the spray so it is well that I was pointing in roughly the right direction.
Having made the Hovell, more by necessity that design as I’m not sure I could have held it down if I’d decided to reach for home, I whimped on the gybe and luffed up and backed onto the other tack.
Too much wind, and waves you could fall off!
As I headed back to the finish the wind fell away a bit but the reach was a blast. Had to sail along the top of the waves and fall off the back to keep the bows out. I crossed the finish with the boat vertical on the crest of a breaking wave. I think it looked good as long as you couldn’t see my facial expression.
First boat home
though a cat can only win if you sail the same course as the A’s.
What a great day for a 100kg old fart on a Mozzie. *hit they’re a fun boat!