Long-time readers know that Phyllis and I are kind of proud of our anchoring gear…OK, down right cocky verging on arrogant. Anyway, here we are with some friends. As you can see, the whole works is being kept in place by our gear.
We get together with this group a couple of times a season and have done this in at least 25-knots of wind, gusting higher, without issues.
Bottom line, modern anchors are simply amazing and bigger really is better.
Welcome Home, Sébastien
Back in November I wrote about what a fan I am of the Vendée Globe round-the-world single-handed race and how I planned to follow the latest edition over the winter.
And what an edition it was. There were too many great moments and stories to detail here, but here are a few that stood out for me and had me on the edge of my seat all winter:
- The superhuman endurance and grit displayed by the leaders who drove their boats at a level that even other competitors found impossible to comprehend.
- The stunning video from the Southern Ocean (above) where we saw with our own eyes for the first time what it’s like to push a foiling Open 60 to the limit.
- The last ditch effort by second place Alex Thomson to catch “The Jackal” (Armel Le Cléac’h) that yielded a new 24-hour Open 60 mileage record, even though Thomson’s autopilot and steering were playing up and he was exhausted.
- The quiet competence of the winner, as he performed at a level that is truly superhuman. Has any skipper ever made the near impossible look easy the way Armel Le Cléac’h did? (I have to confess that even though I carry a British passport I was rooting for “The Jackal”—for him to be second again would have just been too heartbreaking.)
- The duel for fourth between the friendly, but deeply competitive, three veterans, culminating in J.P. Dick becoming Moses (think about it¹), a skipper I took a special interest in after following his epic feat of finishing with no keel in the last edition.
- The incredible bravery of Yann Elies displayed in having another go, and racing hard all the way, after breaking his leg and nearly dying in an earlier edition. (Having broken my femur in the woods and having experienced that kind of pain and fear as I endured being carried out, I have some tiny understanding of what it must have been like for Elies in the same state alone on a tossing Open 60 for two days before rescue.)
- The quiet studied seamanship of Rich Wilson, ultimately rewarded with the fastest single-handed circumnavigation by an American, achieved at the age of 66 (a year older than I am).
- The epic struggle of the “Crazy Kiwi”, culminating in finishing under what must be one of the best designed and executed jury rigs in the history of offshore sailing.
- The frightening wait for rescue in a sinking boat by Kito de Pavant, after his keel was nearly torn off by a collision with a UFO in the south Indian Ocean.
- The horrendous disapointment for Vincent “The Terrible” as his race came to an end due to a collision with another UFO in almost exactly the same place that the same thing happened to him in the last edition.
And through it all I marvelled at the always upbeat and often quirky reports from the tail-ender as he raced “The Office”, truly and absolutely alone, far from the other boats (due to a maintenance stop in Tasmania) that would normally hold the only chance of rescue in the remote south Pacific Ocean. All going well, he will finish some time on Friday. Welcome home, Sébastien.
¹ Bermudian Slang: He came fourth.
Inside Is Nice
Many of you will remember that last winter we stored in the water here in Nova Scotia. It sorta—more on the sorta in a moment—worked out, but this year Morgan’s Cloud is back in her cozy shed at East River Marine and frankly I couldn’t be happier.
Now when it storms and snows, instead of lying awake worrying, or even sleeping aboard as I did several times last winter, I smile, give a contented sigh, and go back to sleep.
No, inside storage is not cheap, but over the years we have found that the savings from reduced wear and tear just about pay for the increment…and the skipper is way less neurotic.
Unexpected Cost of In-Water Storage
Talking of costs, here’s an expensive tale of woe: Last winter, despite my turning of the propeller shaft by hand once a week, some tiny mussels grew in the grooves of the cutless bearing that’s installed in the aft end of the stern tube.
Or at least I think that’s what happened because, when we hauled the boat last fall, we found that said bearing had wound its way a good 6 inches further into the stern tube than it should have been and, in the process, scored the shaft to the point that our local Lloyds surveyor (and engineer) condemned it.
I have a good week of work and at least two boat units in this screw-up already, with much more of both to come in April when I put everything back together.
Given that I turned the shaft regularly, I’m not sure what the solution is, but best be aware.
By the way, we have been stationary in the water for as long or longer many times before without problems, but in those cases the engine was not winterized, so we ran it once a week, including in reverse and forward. Bottomline, hand turning may not be enough in high shell-growth areas.
More Winter Storage Nightmares
I have warned before about the dangers of winter storage on jackstands with the mast in, particularly in areas like Nova Scotia where the ground heaves due to freeze and thaw cycles. Anyway, the picture above is another sobering reminder.
My recommendation is: Either have a good cradle built or, if you must store on jackstands, take the mast out.
By the way, as I understand it, in this case the owner provided the jackstands, not the yard, and further, he or she made another understandable, but really bad, error by tying the winter cover to the jackstands—I’m guessing the flapping of the cover and associated pulling on the stands was at least part of the cause of this gravity storm.
Western Nova Scotia
I will leave you with three photos I took this winter over on the western side of the province:
(Click on them to enlarge.)
I just can’t understand why we have such trouble selling Nova Scotia as a winter tourist destination.
And what a great place for winter yachting…what’s a little missing water between friends?
Talking of missing water, this is one of Nova Scotia’s largest and most successful commercial boatbuilders—they have built some motor yachts too. And they built us a new propeller shaft.
Imagine running a boatyard in a place where the water goes away completely and utterly twice a day. Gives the old phrase “timing is everything” a whole new meaning.