Epic Voyages

[Neraida]

Not having a transom and sailing a very light boat double handed has created quite a list for us; even the Solent has given us a fairly exciting kicking under the wrong conditions..
So what stands out in your mind, when thinking about particularly difficult or rough trips?

 

[pyrojames]

Taking the washbaords out 12 hours too soon and getting pooped when we thought all the poopings were over.

 

[Slow_boat]

Sailing a 'Lark' dinghy from Ryde to Portsmouth in a strong westerly when I was 17yrs old. The tiller was bending and we didn't come off the plane all the way! Timed at just under 15 minutes!

Or when I bought a single hander and took her on her maiden voyage in to much wind. Planing out of Portsmouth harbour entrance and along Southsea sea front it took me until Southsea Castle to summon up the nerve to turn around.

Or single handed in a Cherub flying back form Priory Bay on the wire with only the tip of the dagger board and the last 1ft of the hull in the water.

Being almost out of control was fun in the days when I was young fit and stupid. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif

And of course there weren't so many AWB to run into in those days.

 

[Rabbie]

Sailing my old West Wight Potter from Newtown to Hamble on a Tuesday of one Cowes Week in the early 90s. Man, was it rough for a 14 footer!. Scared me stiff. The day subsequently went down in sailing lore as 'Hurricane Tuesday'. Does anyone recall the year?.

 

[Rob_Webb]

One Sunday morning returning from an overnight visit to Rakino, an island only about 10nm from home of Gulf Harbour. F'cast had said Sun would be E20-30kts in the am rising to E 30-40kts in the avo. So blowing back in the morning (NW course) would be fine. Ahem. Awoke Sun am to find it blowing steady 50kts gusting 60. Right then. Pulled out tiny rag (about quarter a 160sq ft furling headsail => only 40 sq ft on a 35 ft boat) and ventured out of bay. Swell was height of first spreaders so about 6m (straight in from the S Pacific) and boat speed was in double figs the whole way. Arrived back at GH in 50mins. Biggest worry was amount of weed churned up by storm and risk of prop fouling as we motored into harbour. 6kts under engine felt like we had stopped.

 

[Rob_Webb]

This isn't my story but my friend's and one of my favourites:

I had just got back from the Noumea race, was unemployed (sacked from Lidgard Rudling), and wanted to get across to Oz to visit a certain young lady. I met this guy who had just bought a Pacific 38, his first boat, knew next to nothing. There was one other on board who had experience (ex crew from Buccaneer), so I offered to sail up and do the nav if he would fly me to Sydney after.
At the time I was sure I knew everything as I had done a few ocean passages by then (I was 22).

First few days were OK then it went NE and got up to about 40-45 with higher gusts. The boat handled that no problems, no sail and we all went below to wait it out. A few hours later a wall of water hit us and we were upside down and back up before you even had time to think about it.

As it happens a secondary front had gone over us with a ninety degree wind shift and much higher wind speed. As it was way more than I had seen at the time I’m reluctant to guess at wind speed but at the Cape they reported a max gust of 104kn, I would say we had consistent 70’s with gusts. The real problem was the effect the wind shift had on the sea state, two large wave sets at right angles throwing pyramids of water that would collapse under their own weight, I’m fairly sure it was one of these that hit us.

After we came up though I still hadn’t clicked that conditions were much worse, so looking at the mess below I offered to go run off and steer while the others cleaned up. My first inkling of real trouble was when I pulled the hatch back, the air going past sucked pressure out of the cabin and my ears popped as in a plane.
I turned her downwind and this heavy old displacement boat took off at about 17kn under bare poles, got to the trough and spun out into a ninety degree knockdown. That was pretty much the story for the next few hours. The rudder would let go when a breaking wave with 5-6 feet of foam got under her and the rudder had no bite. The air/sea interface was very indistinct and at times it felt almost as if we were sinking, with so much air in the water we were down almost to the toerail.

Anyway, after a while the other guy came on deck, we had a quick parley and decided to slow her down. He tied a bucket to a line and tossed it over- it lasted 1.2 nanoseconds. After some trial and error we ended with the #2 genoa and an anchor and chain out the back and things improved considerably. Enough that after watching for maybe half an hour I went below (also the seas were adjusting to the new wind direction).

Down below was a sh!tfight. The stove/oven had jumped the gimbals when we were upside down and was banging around inside the boat. We threw it overboard. The owner had been in a pilot berth, rolled across the overhead and fell on his back across the table as we righted, he was passing blood for a few days. The water was about knee deep and littered with eggs, flour, all sorts of unidentifiable stuff and my nav tables. Most had to be got rid of by hand as it was too thick for the bilge pumps.

By morning it had eased to about 35kn (seemed like a flat calm) and we very carefully started sailing back to Russell, arriving two days later.
The pri*ck never covered my airfare to Sydney saying I hadn’t got his boat to Fiji. And he stole my favourite beanie.

I hitched to Auckland, went to the bar at Akarana and got tanked.

Points of interest:

The liferaft and dinghy were never seen having been ripped from the deck. I would never have faith in a raft stowed above deck.

A gimballed stove needs a pin so it won’t fall out if you are upside down.

The dinghy took the pulpit and port lifelines with it, making the return trip more difficult than it would have been otherwise.

Serious problem below with gear flying around, this episode stood me in good stead as I encountered similar conditions some years later on the mighty Cavalier (36) and suffered zero damage, I had learnt about stowing things below. If people ask me now what I do in bad weather the answer is go below and get in my bunk and it’s not a joke. On deck is dangerous. Unless you have a full and skilful crew you must be able set your boat up to look after herself and get below.

On a lighter note later that evening I was getting hungry and remembered we had deep sixed the stove, had a look around and saw that the only food that had survived that we could eat was some liquorice and cans of cold beans. We sh*t and farted our way to Russell.