I guess we could say Sunday and Monday into Tuesday sounded like that. But more like "Drift, Calm, Breeze, Drift."
When I went off shift Saturday night, we were humming right along upwind at 6.5 kts; the winds showed no signs of lessening, and I fell asleep listening to the current of water flow past the hull.
I woke up to barely holding on to 1.0 knots. In fact, it rapidly fell to under that.
And there it would stay, except for short bursts, alllll the way through the finish.
|Some things are hard to explain|
|George and I doublehanding Maskwa|
Regular Mac racers will recognize the biting flies. Of course, it was nice and hot, too, and with no wind, belowdecks it was a good 100+F, and nothing to cool you down; so you were out of the sun, but it was more hot and stuffy. Not always a fair trade.
|Was almost a Stew Codpiece|
We managed through the shifts. We slowly worked our way up the lake; we actually had good boat speed for a few hours as we worked our way into the Manitou Passage, but then we were sucked into another hole.
|Skipper by night|
It ended up being a 72 hour race. On the long side for SURE.
|another sunset.... right!|
|Too much time to reflect|
We did not really see many boats from our section, which is unusual. Normally we go neck and neck with a boat from our section for at least part of the race, but once we were gone from sight on Saturday, that was it.
|Don't even tell me I lost my toothbrush, too!|
|Looks like the crane is loading the Grand Hotel on board!|
We had a big celebration at 1 mile to go, even though we were over an hour from the finish. We were staring at that lighthouse for quite a while! Thankfully we were south of the shipping channel when a
|So close and yet so far|
We finally made it across the finish line, but with the TOT ORR set for Off Wind, we were physically behind many boats in our section, and winded up 10th out of 18, with #19 as a drop out. We sailed well, we had fun, and we finished.
We had great land support, with loved ones meeting us on the island. We all went various ways once we were off the island, but Maskwa will be back next year, ready and roaring up the course once again.
On to some more racing, now!