Bermuda One-Two…

Our buddy Joe Harris on Gryphon Solo (should be Gryphon Duo for this leg) is racing along, trying to hang on with Kip Stone and his Open 50 Artforms. They are a little over three hundred miles from Newport, averaging more than thirteen knots, and getting ready to hit the Gulf Stream. Life is good. Here’s his report:

I am writing from the mid-Atlantic with a 20 knot wind on the beam moving the boat at 14 knots, making it difficult to type so I will be brief. We started the second leg of the Bermuda 1-2 yesterday with sunny conditions and the wind dead astern for the start inside St. George’s Harbor. Gryphon Solo got an excellent start but all four boats in our class were tightly bunched carrying spinnakers as we exited the narrow cut from the harbor out into the Atlantic Ocean. Artforms was first to Kitchen Shoals followed by Gryphon Solo, then Swordflounder, and then Velocity. As we took a hard left to round the mark and head for Newport, our furling unit for our Code 5 spinnaker jammed, forcing us to sail dead downwind until we were able to clear it. We lost about ten minutes.

It then turned into a drag race as we put up our reacher and took off down the rhumb line headed for the Gulf Stream. We have been very close to Artforms but have left the rest of the fleet behind as these Open 50’s are very quick in reaching conditions. We have averaged speeds of about 13.3 knots over the first 20 hours of the race. We are only 50 miles from our waypoint to enter the Gulf Stream, which is 330 miles from the start. As the wind is forecast to go lighter after midnight, we are “trying to make hay while the sun shines” as farmers like to say.

So far the ride has been fast and wet, with waves crashing into the cockpit and soaking both me and my sailing partner, Brian Harris. Sleep has been a little tough but it is so much easier with two people! By tomorrow morning, we should be more than a hundred miles past the Gulf Stream. I feel confident that we will be able to manage the light and variable winds for the final 200 miles to the finish line in Newport.

I hope all our gear hangs together in these testing conditions and the drag race lasts a little longer.

Kip Stone, who’s racing with crack designer Merf Owen, also checked in with a report:

Merf and I have been swapping helmsman’s duties since we cleared the reef in Bermuda. I held on to the tiller while we eked our way inside the Kitchen Shoals marker to shave a few hundred yards off the course. With a 14’ draft and coral heads rising up to within 6’ of the surface, I figured it was my responsibility to be holding the tiller if something went horribly wrong.

The start was great – dead downwind across St. George’s Harbor and through the narrow Town Cut to open ocean. I distinguished myself by crossing the line dead last, but I’d borrowed heavily from the Paul Cronin playbook of smart starts and kept our code sail rolled up to maximize our maneuverability. Four or five quick gybes later, we popped out of the Cut in the lead and that’s where we’ve been ever since.

Now, after eight hours of fast sailing, Joe Harris on Gryphon Solo is only a mile or so behind – at 14 knots, that’s only a matter of a few minutes. In these fast reaching conditions, the boats appear to be very evenly matched and unless one of us suffers an unfortunate or unexpected gear failure, I expect we’ll be sailing side by side and in sight of one another for at least the next 24 hours. This is fast, fun ocean racing – very exciting and very challenging as we both push one another along.

As much as I enjoy the discipline of solo ocean sailing, I have to say that having a crewmate on board has been an extremely enjoyable experience so far. Shortly after we cleared the reef, I tumbled into the bunk (never been there before while racing!) and dropped off to the sounds of the boat being trimmed to speed by someone who really knows what they’re doing. Later, having reciprocated the favor, Merf appeared with a tray of sliced apple and cheese hors d’oeuvres – a huge leap forward in the culinary experience I’ve come to expect aboard this boat.

Bastards sound like they are having fun. You can follow the tracks of the whole fleet here, on the excellent IBoatTracker, which also handled the Annapolis-Newport race and is the best online race tracking system I have seen yet…

“Uhh, Merf, I know you want to say goodbye to those cruise ship girls you met in the disco last night, but our start gun went off two minutes ago…”

Annals Of (Sort-Of) Injustice…

If you go by the name of “The Human Cannonball,” one would assume that you are, well, pretty fearless. But in the case of “Todd The Human Cannonball” that’s apparently not the case. And he’s been fired from his job with Britain’s Cottle And Austin Circus. Why? Wait for it…fear of flying. Seems Todd doesn’t mind being shot out of a cannon, but he can’t hack being inside an airplane. Go figure. The circus wanted Todd to fly to Brazil for some training. He refused. Bye-bye Todd. Read all about it here. Hmm, I wonder if they could build a cannon big enough to shoot him across to Brazil…

Timid Todd: “There’s no inflight movie or crappy food, but this is so much more relaxing…”

Row, Row, And Keep Rowing (Endlessly), Your Boat…

Okay, I’ve come to think ocean rowing is about one of the most boring ways possible to spend time afloat. But when a rower or rowers sets out to do something particularly interesting, or new, they deserve a little recognition. So meet the four blokes who are trying to become the first team to row all the way around Great Britain non-stop. It’s a total of 2110 miles, and they hope to do it in about 5 weeks. You can check out their website here. And follow their progress here (click on “Show Map”–did you need that tip, or would you have worked it out yourself?). So, are they having a wild time? Braving storms? Fending off vicious sea creatures? Umm, no. But you can watch this heart-pounding clip of them approaching the major milestone of Land’s End. Ocean rowing. What (sound of loud snoring) can you say…

“Hey, Bill. My brain has atrophied to the point that I think I’m seeing two beautiful women pulling alongside…”

Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder…

Or at least that’s the case when it comes to the controversial MacGregor 26, the powerboat that is disguised as a sailboat. What should you think about this beast? Well, Annapolis’ Alden Bugly is here to help you decide (why? I’m not sure…), with a thoughtful and humorous treatise on the MacMotorboat that probably does it more justice than it deserves. If reading it gives you an itch to buy one, well, god help you…

“Okay, okay! So it can pull me on waterskis. But are you ever planning to buy any sails…?”

Wetass Video Of The Week…

It’s time for another Atom Films production, because there’s a heat wave on the East Coast which makes kayaking the incredible standing waves of the Zambezi River look intensely appealing. Great soundtrack, too…

“We don’t need no stinkin’ air conditioning out here…”
(Photo: TheZambezi.com

Annals Of Resurrection: Gypsy Moth IV…

Francis Chichester’s cranky, yet durable, yacht, has emerged from the restoration shed. Gypsy Moth IV took Chichester around the world (with just one stop) and inspired the global racing frenzy we still enjoy today. Now, she’s being prepared to go around again. Read the latest here

“Damn, I’m looking good…”

Annals Of Adventure: Bermuda One-Two…

The Bermuda One-Two is a shorthanded classic (Newport to Bermuda singlehanded, and Bermuda back to Newport doublehanded). If (when; shh, don’t tell my wife…) I get into shorthanded ocean racing, this is a race that I would definitely like to do. But since I am deskbound for the moment, I have to live the race vicariously through the exploits of Boston-based Joe Harris. I got to know Harris through a sleep seminar we took with Dr. Claudio Stampi, and he is living the dream: cashing in commercial real estate success to buy Brad Van Liew’s old Open 50 Around Alone winner, so he can race the oceans solo. Harris, whose campaign is called Gryphon Solo, is gearing up for his own Around Alone campaign and just finished second in class on the Newport-Bermuda solo leg. He wrote a very interesting race report, which conveys very well the fact that solo racing is, err, potentially painful. Just read:

The first leg from Newport to Bermuda really split the fleet. The larger and faster boats made it to Bermuda on one weather system while the smaller boats got stuck in very light winds and had a much longer passage. For Gryphon Solo, after a Friday, June 3rd start, we crossed the finish line off St. David’s Light in Bermuda on Monday morning after 70 hours, with an average speed of about nine knots. By contrast, a number of the smaller boats were still finishing on Thursday and Friday, meaning they were at sea for more than double the time I was. Sometimes having a fast boat really pays off! Gryphon Solo placed second in class and second in the fleet for a very strong showing.

In each race, sailors encounter difficulties involving equipment and injuries and this race was no exception. Here is the wounded report:

Gore Tex – Skipper fell into a winch, breaking a number of front teeth
Dirigo – broken boom, retired from race
Alegria – electrical fire just before the start caused skipper to withdraw
Nimros – A water tank burst and flooded the boat. A Coast Guard rescue helicopter was dispatched as the skipper thought he was sinking, but the problem was discovered and the boat continued on.
Strummer – A jammed rudder caused steering problems but the problem was fixed
Passages – This is the only boat remaining at sea. There has been no direct communication with the skipper in four days and the “iboat” tracking device aboard shows the boat is moving in a northeasterly direction (towards New England) at one to two knots. The Coast Guard is being consulted for a possible rescue…

You can read the rest of Harris’ reports here. The doublehanded leg back starts Thursday, and if it’s interesting we’ll perch on Harris’ shoulder…

Joltin’ Joe Harris: “Uh-oh. I think I remembered everything but the hair gel…”

Have A Wetass Weekend…

Annals Of Adventure: Bore Riding…

Alright, I’m on a bit of a surfing jag. But how it’s hard to resist when you come across a group that perfectly epitomizes the Wetass way of life. Meet the Severn Bore Riders, a group based on the Severn River in Gloucestershire, England that is dedicated to surfing the waves created on rivers by massive tidal flows. Here’s how one novice described the experience:

‘The first time Donny lured me into the Severn, the light was fading, the water was cold, the air was silent. I heard the roar long before I saw the wave, my body was shaking all over and my heart was pounding. The fresh water was pulling my feet from under me, as I struggled to hold myself up. Then I saw her…Three foot of solid, foaming, spewing whitewater, hurtling towards me, and I had nowhere to run now! It was all over in an instant. But it wasn’t long before I returned….1490 minutes later to be precise!’

Sounds pretty cool, doesn’t it? Even more interesting, bore riding is not a New Age sport, dreamed up by Gen Xers bored with surfing the ocean. The Boreriders site, one of the best I have ever come across, is chockablock with fascinating diaries, photos and histories. Check this little nugget out:

‘…At 10:30am on 21st July 1955, Colonel Churchill swam from the bank below Stonebench with his surf-board. There was a tide of 31ft 1in at Sharpness and as the fair-sized bore approached, the Colonel placed his board beneath him and began to swim upstream. Moments later the leading slope of the bore slid under him and he started planing forward…’ (As chronicled by F.W.Rowbotham, 1965)

Anyhow, you can explore the world’s best tidal bores, with reports, photos and links, through the site. You’ve got the Severn River, of course. And the Mascaret in the Gironde Estuary in France. And Turnagain Arm in the Holocene Fjord, Alaska. And of course, the granddaddy of them all, the famed Pororoca in the Amazon.

Yet another reason to get off my ass and learn how to surf…

Severn Boreriders: “Hey, Percy. Either we are all very short or our boards are very long…”


Severn Bore: “Okay, it doesn’t look that impressive, but it dumps us right at the pub…”


Mascaret Bore…


Turnagain Arm…


Pororoca…

Wetassing To Freedom…

You are Cuban, laboring under the iron boot of El Jefe. You want freedom in the United States. But you don’t have a boat. What do you do? You convert a car, of course. In 2003 it was a Dodge truck. Yesterday it was a blue taxi, in which 13 Wetasses from the Havana Wetass Local risked their lives crossing the Florida Straits. You can read about it here. And you can watch a news report with some cool footage here. The Coast Guard intercepted the intrepid boat/taxi before it reached Florida, so naturally the U.S. wants to deport all the occupants back to Cuba. It’s called the “dryfoot” (you step ashore in the U.S. and you get asylum) — “wetfoot” (you get nabbed at sea, you’re sh*t out of luck) distinction. But what about the “wetass” distinction? Anyone in this class should be given automatic citizenship. I mean, don’t we need people ingenious enough to turn cars into boats?

Guillermo Nelson: “On the road, I mean sea, again…”


“Madre de dios. These gringos have no idea how to drive…”


“Okay, you fascist pigs! If it’s racing you want, let’s race for pink slips…!”


“But officer, I couldn’t have been doing more than 12…”