{"id":68,"date":"2005-05-31T14:22:15","date_gmt":"2005-05-31T22:22:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.racingyachtmanagement.com\/blog\/?p=68"},"modified":"2005-05-31T14:22:15","modified_gmt":"2005-05-31T22:22:15","slug":"day-10-transatlantic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.racingyachtmanagement.com\/blog\/day-10-transatlantic\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 10 – Transatlantic"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Bugs Baer<\/p>\n

<\/o:p><\/span>With the damage of Monday almost completely repaired, Tempest again sped on<\/font><\/span><\/tt> in its race with Whisper. These are the North Atlantic<\/st1:place> conditions you see in<\/span><\/tt> pictures. Solid grey clouds, heavy wind, seas rolling up behind us to give<\/span><\/tt> us boiling rides down their front. Rain squalls. But, fortunately, not cold<\/span><\/tt> temperatures. We are still south of the Gulf Stream, and the water<\/span><\/tt> temperature is in the fifties, not the thirties or forties.<\/span><\/tt><\/p>\n

The wind builds and gets strongest by night. Tomas is sleeping in; he<\/span><\/tt> has been repairing the big spinnaker with Ashley all day. We go on deck at midnight UCT,<\/span><\/tt> about 10 PM if we were on local time. Question before going on deck: what to<\/span><\/tt> wear? Too many warm layers and you sweat a bucket while steering. Too little<\/span><\/tt> and you are cold. I pick fleece salopettes (like overalls) under my outer<\/span><\/tt> clothes, but no fleece jacket.<\/span><\/tt><\/p>\n

Our four-hour watch is at the darkest time. Too late for twilight, too early<\/span><\/tt> for dawn, and no moon, if it could get through the clouds, until the last<\/span><\/tt> hour. There is too much wind to put up the repaired spinnaker. It is<\/span><\/tt> steadily over 30 knots. We are using the blast reacher -- a sail we put<\/span><\/tt> aboard for this race, -- and a staysail.<\/span><\/tt><\/p>\n

Steering is difficult, but not unusually so. The wind and waves are coming<\/span><\/tt> from our starboard quarter -- think about 4:30 on the clock face. At about<\/span><\/tt> eight feet high, they are small enough not to be threatening, but big enough<\/span><\/tt> to twist the boat's path into a corkscrew. So the helmsman must constantly<\/span><\/tt> steer against the corkscrew and respond to puffs and lulls in the wind.<\/span><\/tt><\/p>\n

Max Hutter takes the first turn at the wheel, and drives for a little under<\/span><\/tt> an hour, He is watching the lighted digital display of speed, course, and<\/span><\/tt> apparent wind angle. Someone else calls out changes in wind speed from<\/span><\/tt> another display. He is good at holding the course with minimal motion of the helm. Big changes in the angle of the rudder mean that you are dragging a<\/span><\/tt> barn door sideways through the water; it is slow. The wind is generally 30<\/span><\/tt> to 35 knots, heavy air but just right to give us speed. We often hit 13<\/span><\/tt> knots, and occasionally 14.<\/span><\/tt><\/p>\n

I take over the wheel for a half hour. I need a light on the compass card;<\/span><\/tt> my reactions are not tuned to the changing numbers on the lighted digital<\/span><\/tt> display. We are running in and out of rain squalls. Pouring now, nothing<\/span><\/tt> ten minutes later. As the time goes on, the sweat builds up inside my foul<\/span><\/tt> weather jacket; glad I didn't wear the fleece jacket, too. Wind speed is<\/span><\/tt> inching up just a bit.<\/span><\/tt><\/p>\n

Phil Wilmer takes over next. The wind builds a bit further to top speeds of<\/span><\/tt> 37 and 38 knots -- about 44 miles per hour. We adjust and readjust the<\/span><\/tt> sails, but basically they are right for the wind. Phil has a knack for<\/span><\/tt> getting us surfing down the face of the waves. Several times he goes past<\/span><\/tt> the 14's and into the 15's. We chant. ''Fifteen three! Fifteen four! Fifteen<\/span><\/tt> five! Fifteen six! Fifteen six! Fifteen five!'' Gradually the exceptional<\/span><\/tt> becomes the expected. We are flying.<\/span><\/tt><\/p>\n

Christian Jansen's time at the wheel is similar, but the wind is easing<\/span><\/tt> just a bit. At one point I find myself saying, ''The wind is slack. Only<\/span><\/tt> twenty-nine.'' Then we all start laughing. We now think that twenty-nine<\/span><\/tt> knots of wind is slow going.<\/span><\/tt><\/p>\n

We keep rotating turns at the wheel. I skip my next turn -- too much wind<\/span><\/tt> for comfort. So I cool down and get chilly. Sorry I didn't wear my fleece<\/span><\/tt> jacket.<\/span><\/tt><\/p>\n

Finally Peter Becker and his 0400 watch appear. It is over; we can sleep.<\/span><\/tt>
\n\u00c2\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/o:p><\/span>But in the morning, we learn that all our work gained us nothing on Whisper.<\/font><\/span><\/tt> We gained again on other boats, but Whisper has been flying, too. She has<\/span><\/tt> added ten miles, about the same as her handicap predicts. 1100 miles to go.<\/span><\/tt> Back to work.<\/span><\/tt><\/p>\n

Then another disappointment. The wind goes lighter, The spinnaker Ashley, Tomas and Kevin spent yesterday repairing comes up on<\/span><\/tt> deck. Carefully it is hauled up to the top of the mast, tied with its<\/span><\/tt> knitting wool strings. The sheet is pulled, the wool ties beak like a zipper<\/span><\/tt> opening, the sail spreads -- and rips to pieces again. We take it down and<\/span><\/tt> find that, inexplicably, the stronger-than-steel Kevlar reinforcing line<\/span><\/tt> along the edges has snapped. Our fastest sail for these conditions is gone<\/span><\/tt> again.<\/span><\/tt><\/p>\n

When we get the sail out of the water and below decks, Ashley and Kevin have<\/span><\/tt> already laid out the repair materials on the saloon table, like an operating<\/span><\/tt> room. Next patient, please.<\/span><\/tt><\/p>\n

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By Bugs Baer With the damage of Monday almost completely repaired, Tempest again sped on in its race with Whisper. These are the North Atlantic conditions you see in pictures. Solid grey clouds, heavy wind, seas rolling up behind us to give us boiling rides down their front. Rain squalls. But, fortunately, not cold temperatures. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-68","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-race-reports"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.racingyachtmanagement.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.racingyachtmanagement.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.racingyachtmanagement.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.racingyachtmanagement.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.racingyachtmanagement.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=68"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.racingyachtmanagement.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.racingyachtmanagement.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=68"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.racingyachtmanagement.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=68"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.racingyachtmanagement.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=68"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}