| Leg 9 Date: June 25-27, 2003 Course: Ucluelet to Victoria Distance: 97 nautical miles |
The Roaring 40’s
Hi, my name is Rhonda.
I’ve been sailing for 4 years and am the proud owner of a 26′ T Bird. I had been looking forward to participating in the Van Isle as crew but the boat I was to sail on withdrew from the race some weeks back. As I had booked my time off for these two weeks, I contacted Kim to volunteer for the shore crew slot the Cheekee Monkee was advertising for on the Van Isle website. So far in the race, Tom and had been working hard to provision the boat at each stop and to make sure the crack crew had everything ready to go for each leg. It was so sad to see Colin hurt on leg 8, but it was my lucky day as Colin, with Kim’s support asked if I would stand in for him on Leg 9. This was going to be fun! Most of my sailing has been on mono-hulls, and this day proved to be the most interesting and exciting sailing of my life. It was a confusing leaving the dock trying the juggle my shore crew duties with my new boat crew duties.
The Roaring 40’s
Hi, my name is Rhonda. I’ve been sailing for 4 years and am the proud owner of a 26′ T Bird. I had been looking forward to participating in the Van Isle as crew but the boat I was to sail on withdrew from the race some weeks back. As I had booked my time off for these two weeks, I contacted Kim to volunteer for the shore crew slot the Cheekee Monkee was advertising for on the Van Isle website. So far in the race, Tom and had been working hard to provision the boat at each stop and to make sure the crack crew had everything ready to go for each leg. It was so sad to see Colin hurt on leg 8, but it was my lucky day as Colin, with Kim’s support asked if I would stand in for him on Leg 9. This was going to be fun! Most of my sailing has been on mono-hulls, and this day proved to be the most interesting and exciting sailing of my life. It was a confusing leaving the dock trying the juggle my shore crew duties with my new boat crew duties.
As we were getting near to the start we were close to shore, aiming to cross the start line on starboard tack. Five minutes before our start the fog magically cleared. As the last minute ticked by, we raised the spinnaker, and it looked like a miracle was taking place. Many of the boats just seemed to clear the way for us crossing backward across the line and around the buoy on the wrong side, we were away. Only Dragon Fly was in front of us and looking back, it was the most colourful collection of spinnakers I’ve ever seen. We were soon flying across the water at 15 or 16 knots. What an exhilarating feeling! That wasn’t the fastest speeds I was to feel flying on the Cheekee Monkee.
Soon most of the boats had disappeared as the fog set back in. Red Shift and Flip Flop and Fly stayed within view for a long time. We went way out into the Pacific with Red Shift and then we gybed back in looking for wind and soon lost sight of them. Captain Kim of the Cheekee Monkee took us so fast it was as if we had traveled through a time warp, as we were transported back to the days of Captain Cook when out of the mist came square rigged ship. Was it an apparition??? What a beautiful experience. Soon a big blue spinnaker also appeared out of the fog near the shore, following us as we were lifted up the shore was Baaad Kitty. Relaxation in the wing nets was the next order of the day as I watched the sea skim by a few feet underneath. The pace was much slower now. There was time for refreshments and I was even served tea on the net.
But this proved to be short lived and the winds began to build again. The crew jumped into action. The jib was raised again. It was a sight to see the co-ordination between Kim and Jason and Shane. Kim never moved from his perch on the Ama, except for moving from one side to the other when we gybed. His concentration never wavered. Jason seemed to have two or three pair of hands, as the mast was rotated, the spinnaker was trimmed and the jib was trimmed for each new gybe. Sometimes I could help a little, but more often than not, he had it all mastered. As we started to gain speed, Jason said, “Now we’re Dragon hunting.”
And where were we? The fog would lift a little and close in again. Was that opening to port the Strait of Juan de Fuca? No! We were already in it. I couldn’t believe it. It must be too soon. I had the feeling like I had covered the whole West Coast Trail on the ocean in too short a time.
The winds continued to rise and as we were approaching Race Rocks, the opposing current set up quite steep waves and it was getting rougher now. Speeds were reaching 18 or 19 knots. Positioned near the stern, sometimes I would face back and watch 20 foot walls of water approaching the back of the boat. They would lift the stern and take up on a roller coaster ride which sometimes ended in the back of the next wave. Kim was skillfully steering back and forth with each wave to take advantage of the extra push and avoid burying the Ama’s in the next wave. The whole attitude was one of full concentration, with Jason releasing the spinnaker and Shane releasing the main if we were ploughing too quickly into the next wave. I felt such full confidence in the skill of the skipper and crew, that I was never afraid. As we buried about a third of the boat in one wave, Jason looked back a me, with a smile and said, “Are you okay?” But he had a slight look of terror in the back of his eyes, and I was sure he was just trying to reassure me that we were okay. His comments to Shane showed more emotion. Jason was always reading distance from shore, distance from Race Rocks, and figuring when we could gybe to miss Race Rocks. This is an extremely talented young man. And Shane always gave me the feeling that he was looking after me.
As we came by the light on Race Rocks it was like a wind light switch was turned on, the winds howled at a roaring 30 to 40 knots, they finally needed me again for something, to release the fore-guy and the spinnaker halyard, throw it in the water to make sure of no tangles, and maintain control while Jason retrieved the spinnaker. We sailed under storm jib and full main as we headed up to make Victoria Harbour.
As we came by the light on Race Rocks it was like a wind light switch was turned on, the winds howled at a roaring 30 to 40 knots, they finally needed me again for something, to release the fore-guy and the spinnaker halyard, throw it in the water to make sure of no tangles, and maintain control while Jason retrieved the spinnaker. We sailed under storm jib and full main as we headed up to make Victoria Harbour.
But where was Red Shift? We looked and expected to see her behind. Had she finished first? We waited and looked and finally took our sails down and entered the harbour. It was the first news when we docked that she had gone over. What a shock? I was completely devastated. Sailing with them in Nanaimo, I know Wayne and Janine quite well and being a fellow T-Birder have been friends with and sailed with Tormay often. I can’t express my feelings and concern. I’m so glad that they are all okay and that Red Shift has been righted.
Despite the bad news and “Lively” sail, I have complete confidence in the skills of Skipper Kim and the rest of the crew and would sail with then anytime again.
Rhonda Fuchs
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