BurnitBlue
Well-known member
I don't want to hijack Horatio's thread about the ARC rescue so I have started this one.
A couple of years ago I was also a few hundred miles west of the Cap Verde. I got into difficulties in a huge viscious squall. I got the sails down but the wind, which lasted for about six hours, repeatedly blew them out of the lashings. This included the hanked on headsails. I eventually used all spare line to keep them lashed down.
I have no idea of the strength of the wind, but I had to lie down, curled up on the cockpit floor, so that I could breath. This was because of the spray. I also had to handsteer under bare poles to run off.
The next morning the wind dropped, enormous seas so the boat rolled from gunnel to gunnel. I was absolutely exhausted, cold and wet.
I know for a fact that I would have called for help if I had had an SSB or epirb aboard. I didn't so I crashed out below and slept.
When I woke some hours later I made some coffee, unlashed the sails and carried on.
If I had called for help the rescue vessel would have found a fully serviceable yacht with a very demorolised me aboard.
I am convinced that the act of sending a mayday can take the fight out of a man and leave a depressed wreck behind.
I believe that the act of giving up cannot be retrieved easily.
In my case I had no choice but to sleep it off. The next day I was refreshed and still in the game.
A couple of years ago I was also a few hundred miles west of the Cap Verde. I got into difficulties in a huge viscious squall. I got the sails down but the wind, which lasted for about six hours, repeatedly blew them out of the lashings. This included the hanked on headsails. I eventually used all spare line to keep them lashed down.
I have no idea of the strength of the wind, but I had to lie down, curled up on the cockpit floor, so that I could breath. This was because of the spray. I also had to handsteer under bare poles to run off.
The next morning the wind dropped, enormous seas so the boat rolled from gunnel to gunnel. I was absolutely exhausted, cold and wet.
I know for a fact that I would have called for help if I had had an SSB or epirb aboard. I didn't so I crashed out below and slept.
When I woke some hours later I made some coffee, unlashed the sails and carried on.
If I had called for help the rescue vessel would have found a fully serviceable yacht with a very demorolised me aboard.
I am convinced that the act of sending a mayday can take the fight out of a man and leave a depressed wreck behind.
I believe that the act of giving up cannot be retrieved easily.
In my case I had no choice but to sleep it off. The next day I was refreshed and still in the game.