Liberty is being free from the things we don't like in order to be slaves of the things we do like.--Ernest Benn

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Clipper Around the World (Virtual) Race Finishes Leg 8

San Francisco to Panama
After more than 2,500 miles of sailing (virtually), I have to savor this moment-mostly, because this moment promises to be fleeting. Vigilance is crossing on port No Going Back [Lime] and Little Surprise [Yellow] who are (virtually) within sight of each other off the coast of Costa Rica. Vigilance is going 9.1 knots in 17.8 knots of wind. Among the boats we have been tracking in this 8th Leg of the Clipper Around the World (virtual) Race, this a competition for 2nd place. (Polya is 69 miles ahead of us!) Also in the picture is Macavity2, whose skipper is a primary adversary on my own (real) waters. Stuck gunnel-to-gunnel with Macavity2 is Canadian RodH.

Exciting moment!

But in 2nd place at noon, I slip back into a virtual 6-way tie for 3rd by midnight! Only a drastic change in the weather can save me from much worse of a fate. But that's sailing, isn't it?

Click to expand the chart...

When Virtual Sailing Is More Than Just a Game...

Posted by Paula, skipper of No Going Back:

Christine was one of the most amazing people I have ever met and will probably ever meet. She spent her life caring for others and she would often go out of her way to reach those who were in need.

Following the death of her husband about 18 years ago, she took the opportunity to realise one of her dreams and do some travelling. Over the next number of years she was enthralled to visit the Unites States, Israel, Lebanon, Egypt, Cyprus, France and Spain. A winter holiday in the sun had become an annual event in recent years and a couple years ago, she got great enjoyment from a bumpy camel ride across shifting sand dunes.

Just over 15 years ago, Christine joined and became an active member of her local Active Retirement Association and was delighted to be elected to the busy and challenging position of Secretary. The Association opened up new and exciting adventures, interests and activities for her, and her days and evenings became a helter skelter whirlwind of activities and outings.

All that changed suddenly when, about three years ago, Christine had a stroke. She now belonged to a new Association, this time for Stroke Victims. Instead of pleasurable activities her days were now filled with doctors' appointments, physiotherapy, various medication trials and hospital visits. Her motor muscles and speech were clumsy, her coordination and concentration poor.

Christine tried a number of activities to try and improve her circumstances - crossword puzzles, Sudoku, reading out loud and old fashioned touch typing on her newly acquired laptop. She was working on her own, without direction, and feeling isolated.

Myself and my sister,Trish, had boats in Volvo Ocean Race Game and decided that she needed a V70 to help with her rehabilitation. I helped her build a boat and choose colours whilst Trish explained about fat and thin wind arrows and sail changes. 'Foxrock' was now racing with Christine at the helm. A boat was also built for another sister so now we were a family at sea.

VORG was very user friendly and as Christine had a lot of time on her hands she soon became addicted. The compass rose was tweaked constantly, sails changed, meals taken before or after wind changes and 'on screen' messages sent and received. SMS messages and phone calls were made and returned with her three daughters when our boats were stopped, on the rocks or just to say 'Hello'.. She even had her own VORG friends and enjoyed fun and banter on screen from other sailors. She got a great buzz from some sailors who mildly flirted with her. Her many sleepless nights were often spent with the ever changing V70's keeping her company.

VORG helped her concentration, motor muscle movement, verbal and written communications. Christine also learned new skills as, like me, she had never stepped on a boat in her life. Imagine her excitement when during the middle of one race, Foxrock suddenly appeared on top of the leader board where she stayed for about 6 hours.

Christine helmed her boat until the end of VORG and enjoyed the summer away from her laptop. During that time she was bitterly disappointed her health didn't allow her to join Trish and myself in Galway for the official stopover with the real boats.

When summer was over I was anxious for Christine to build a Clipper to help continue her rehabilitation. Virtual Regatta was not as user friendly as VORG and she now became confused and sometimes lost her way trying to get Foxrock loaded. She struggled with wind change times and adjusting her sails. But quality time was spent with both Trish and myself as we gently encouraged her to steer Foxrock towards the finish line.

Christine got an aneurysm one evening at the end of October 2009 and slipped peacefully away. She was 83 years old, but behaved like a forty something. I had decided to let Foxrock drift peacefully on her own VR journey but after a few days saw her alone in the ocean so guided her safely to Cape Town, a city Christine had always wanted to visit.

Foxrock is now sailing with the Pilot boat and following our Clipper progress. I miss Christine and our chats, her support, advice and words of wisdom. I will especially think of her on March 14th next, Mothering Sunday, my first year ever without her.

Miss you Mum... XXX

Monday, May 3, 2010

Clipper Round the World Race Resumes

Race 8 of the Clipper Race Around the World started April 20th.

And simultaneously 80,000 plus Virtual Racers started their yachts on their computers in their homes and offices around the world (mostly in France)!

This leg goes from San Francisco to the Panama Canal.

Twice daily I will attempt to track a handful of virtual racers, real friends and virtual acquaintances from former races. The real racers? Not so much....!
















The real Clipper Race (left) is contrasted with the virtual race (right) with 80,000 plus competition. Vigilance's goal is always to finish 999th or better. She has a long way to go! (See below and click to enlarge)

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Another Beer Can Race Spent in the Bar Drinking Beer!


Running out of excuses, we are!
This morning, we turned the boat around in the slip to ease an exit against the wind. Nevertheless, this afternoon with cross winds gusting between 20-30, we thought better of it. Trophy Wife gave voice to the contradiction in my own mind about turning the boat in the slip into launch mode:
If we've already exceeded the allotted throw-outs in this series, why bother venturing out in marginally destructive conditions?
All the crew showed up for duty, but nevertheless respected my decision. It took everyman jack of them just to tighten and reinforce docklines.In the Spring Series we have already dropped more DNS's than we have drop outs. In a 20+ fleet, that's an insurmountable deficit for winning the series. We will race for daily glasses (and enjoyment) for the remainder of the Spring Series, keeping our powder and rig dry for the next series.

In the meantime, I have to publish a shot of the winner of the Monty Race last Sunday. (Click to expand.)

Another Wet Wednesday Race Spent in the Bar Drinking Beer!



Running out of excuses, we are!
This morning, we turned the boat around in the slip to ease an exit against the wind. Nevertheless, this afternoon with cross winds gusting between 20-30, we thought better of it. Trophy Wife gave voice to the contradiction in my own mind about turning the boat in the slip into launch mode:
If we've already exceeded the allotted throw-outs in this series, why bother venturing out in marginally destructive conditions?
All the crew showed up for duty, but nevertheless respected my decision. It took everyman jack of them just to tighten and reinforce docklines. 

In the Spring Series we have already dropped more DNS's than we have drop outs. In a 20+ fleet, that's an insurmountable deficit for winning the series. We will race for daily glasses (and enjoyment) for the remainder of the Spring Series, keeping our powder and rig dry for the next series.

In the meantime, I have to publish a shot of the winner of the Monty Race last Sunday. (Click to expand.)

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The Full Monty

Enjoyed another long-ish race on Sunday. This was a 16.5 mile windward leeward race in 2-6 knots of wind and flat seas. Five and half hours on the water! This was an inaugural race for a cup Trophy Wife and I dedicated to our fleet. Two years ago, when the race was first sailed (sans trophy) we failed to finish the first leg. Last year we finished last. It promises our heavy-air boat only no-wind, no-win experiences. Nevertheless, this year we finished 16th out of 24 starters.

It was a very good experience. I learned I could trust two people at helm: one guy kept the boat moving to weather in 3 knots; and another lady proved her spurs by sailing the entire leeward leg and finishing. I also learned how much fun I can have racing when I'm not on the helm! Unexpected discoveries of hidden talent is one of the few benefits of sailing without your regular crew. Fun.

I also built my case for spending $500 to get a VMG readout visible from the helm. Another day or two and I'm going to pull the trigger on that puppy!
Click to enlarge these photos!

It's Hellish Watching from Shore

While a fourth of your fleet gobbles up big points just for finishing....

Today, it was blowing so hard, I couldn't back out of my slip. (26 knots) If I had been able to, and if it hadn't been so frigging cold, I might have flown my minuscule jib long enough to record a start so I could come back to the bar with a DNF score. With 75% of the fleet not even suiting up, that would have been significant accomplishment. But I am an old man now, and I sail more now for enjoyment than for accomplishment. One year has changed a lot.

How old am I, (Baydog asks)? It all depends on the boat. Right? And the man, too! How does one know when one has reached a degree of age and infirmity that he begins to worry about the safety of others who might have to rescue him? It's laughable. My boat - I can't go sailing unless my crew takes me. I would and could downsize easily but Trophy Wife loves boat marginally less than me. That has to be a major concern.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Monty Race

Enjoyed another long-ish race on Sunday. This was a 16.5 mile windward leeward race in 2-6 knots of wind and flat seas. Five and half hours on the water! This was an inaugural race for a cup Trophy Wife and I dedicated to our fleet. Two years ago, when the race was first sailed (sans trophy) we failed to finish the first leg. Last year we finished last. It promises our heavy-air boat only no-wind, no-win experiences. Nevertheless, this year we finished 16th out of 24 starters.

It was a very good experience. I learned I could trust two people at helm: one guy kept the boat moving to weather in 3 knots; and another lady proved her spurs by sailing the entire leeward leg and finishing. I also learned how much fun I can have racing when I'm not on the helm! Unexpected discoveries of hidden talent is one of the few benefits of sailing without your regular crew. Fun.

I also built my case for spending $500 to get a VMG readout visible from the helm. Another day or two and I'm going to pull the trigger on that puppy!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

It's Hellish Watching from Shore

While a fourth of your fleet gobbles up big points just for finishing....

Today, it was blowing so hard, I couldn't back out of my slip. (26 knots) If I had been able to, and if it hadn't been so frigging cold, I might have flown my minuscule jib long enough to record a start so I could come back to the bar with a DNF score. With 75% of the fleet not even suiting up, that would have been significant accomplishment. But I am an old man now, and I sail more now for enjoyment than for accomplishment. One year has changed a lot.

How old am I, (Baydog asks)? It all depends on the boat. Right? And the man, too! How does one know when one has reached a degree of age and infirmity that he begins to worry about the safety of others who might have to rescue him? It's laughable. My boat - I can't go sailing unless my crew takes me. I would and could downsize easily but Trophy Wife loves boat marginally less than me. That has to be a major concern.


Monday, April 19, 2010

I Don't Reef Any More....

I don't reef any less, either!

I'm too old for that. It blows too hard. I drop my main. It blows harder, I go in!

I have a monster main which I can de-power well, up to a point, anyways. The blade is indestructible and I discovered in 30 knots I can point 65deg with it up alone. That's enough to start & retire. Tried reefing my main (incorrectly) on a cruise and tore a grommet. I always said I'll never reef. My tombstone will read,
HE REEFED

Friday, April 16, 2010

PCYC Race

We did reasonably well for this year's Platform Grace Race, especially well considering we were short-handed. We finished 4th in elapsed time as well as corrected time out of 11 finishers. (We won it one year!)

It was the heaviest finish I can remember. Pretty wooly with large seas and twenty knots: the ugliest spinnaker dousing I've ever had a part in! Stuff happens when you're short a pair of hands.

It was also the warmest sail back. We actually could have sailed all the way. The downer for five other boats were engine failures and spinnakers threaded through props after the race.

Next week's race, The Full Monty, is another longer race up to Goleta Beach and back. But there's a big difference. Platform Grace was 17 nautical miles down and a 17-mile return trip. The Full Monty is 15.31 up and back. Once we're finished, we're done! Home! Much mo' better!

This week we'll be short crew again; more line-up changes with new role players, maybe.