Entries Tagged as 'Blue Water Sailing'


November 19, 2008

The Trade Winds and tales of idyllic tropical downwind sailing are only stories told by old sailors to lure the young and naive. Sailing for 18 days and we have yet come upon such fabled conditions. Our voyage is an up wind struggle, the breeze continuously in front of the beam. We are riding the edge of one or more frontal systems, making our way east-southeast trying to avoid the worst.

The cheeky winds play with us. At times, it gusts up to 30 knots, chopping the heads off waves like a guillotine sending salty spray into the air and forcing us to arm-wrestle the wheel. It then drops to a whisper leaving us to the mercy of the rebellious waves as they toss the boat around. Sometimes the wind is courteous, blowing just right allowing the boat to reach hull speed and ride the waves with a gentle role.

We are surrounded by cumulus nimbus clouds. Large, their bellies black full of rain. Short and heavy downpours hit us washing the boat as we pass under the clouds. During the day, the heavy rain can be seen in every direction for miles. Rainbows, created by the bright sun shining through water droplets, radiate brightly all around us before disappearing. At night, lightening lights up the night sky and the heavy clouds obscure the moon and stars. Sheets of rain conceal the horizon creating a dark void into which we sail.

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The mood of the crew is good as we all get along and have distractions to keep us occupied. Today (November 18) we caught three dolphin fish – our first; Captain John acted like a little boy who had caught is first fish ever. We ate well having fresh fish for lunch and dinner. We give thanks for their sacrifice.

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Yet, despite the good humour , frustration seeps through the crew. The crew is tired of the upwind sailing, excellent it may be; tired of the inconsistent winds making sail selection difficult; and tired by not having the trade winds promised by everything we read.

We have lost a week, perhaps more, by not having the expected conditions that have reduced our speed significantly, as we fight the wind and waves. Everybody wonders how long it will take to reach Cape Town.

Hope prevails, however. We know that part of sailing is being at the clemency of the winds and having to deal with what is dealt us – that is part of the adventure. So we continue to sail to the edge of the world in search of the fabled trades.


November 14, 2008

No doubt you know, if you have been following the Falcon GT blog, that we have past through the heavy weather to find ourselves having some fantastic sailing. The winds have been variable, normally ranging from 8 knots to 20 knots, since about November 10. The deep navy blue seas are now flat with deep long swells and the winds are more to our beam allowing the boat to slip smoothly through the water. The acrobatics down below are no longer required, allowing us to prepare better meals and sleep more soundly. At times, when lying in my bunk, I cannot feel the movement of the boat; only the water rushing, like a waterfall under the hull.

Well rested and feed, the crew has been busy cleaning, doing laundry, and making minor improvements to the mechanical systems of the boat. More fruit and vegetables with the onset of decay were thrown out. There were mutated oranges that had grown a green fur and when tossed overboard they exploded like a toxic smoke bomb on impact with the water.

Along with the exhilarating sailing, the scenery has been spectacular. On November 12, we watched the sunset ignite the eastern sky ablaze while, at the same time, the full moon rose to the west painting its skies with pastel pinks and blues. The next morning, during my watch, we sailed into rain showers. It was wonderful as the fresh rain washed down on me. I could taste the salt being washed out of my hair. Massive rain clouds surrounded us as far as the eye could see; tall with grey white tops and their bellies black and heavy with rain. Behind us a rainbow glowed created by the morning sun.

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There is a darker cloud forming, however. We have been informed of a depression forming off the coast of Africa that could develop into a big storm. It is still too early to call, but we are making good speed East Southeast in hopes of missing whatever happens to develop.


Sunday November 9, 2008

It has been the same for the last 5 days – the same east wind, the same big waves with their white froth hair, the same constant salt spray, the same starboard tack hard on the wind. For the last 5 days, the boat has been rocking back and forth, and from side to side.

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Down below it is physically taxing walking from one end to the other. The simple act of going to the bathroom is an acrobatic challenge that requires a few hundred calories of energy. More then the physical challenge is the mental fatigue of this sameness. It was not supposed to be this way; fighting against the wind day in day out. The crew longs for the trades and running with the breeze.

Nevertheless, there are moments that all the fatigue and frustration disappears replaced with wonder and pleasure. Like seeing the sunrise during morning watch and witnessing the waking of the day with salmon pink skies turning to fire yellow that silhouette the grey black cumulus clouds; watching the black sea igniting to dark pink, red then burning yellow until everything turn to silver grey – the sunrise over.

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November 6, 2008

With the highs, there are the lows. From watching, with delight, dolphins dancing off the bow to watching, with frustration, twenty feet of angry wave smack the boat we are in one of the lows.

Against the norm of a west wind, it has been from the east at a steady thirty knots. Therefore, to get to the trade winds we have had to be hard on the wind for the last three days under reduced sail and speed. It has taken its toll.

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The boat is like an amusement ride we can’t get off; bouncing, tossing and turning in all directions as the waves and wind play. The bananas and tomatoes, which hung in nets in the galley, have been unceremoniously tossed overboard. Their corpses battered to a pulp by the relentless pounding leaving their bloodstain against the wall.

The crew has faced little better. Everybody, except me, has been sick. The constant jarring movement makes it difficult to do anything. It takes great effort to do the simplest of tasks as you use all your muscles to keep yourself from flying across the inside of the boat – not always with success. As a result, there has not been much activity. Each person will grab a small bite when hungry but spends most of their time sleeping and reading (or in Doug S case sending email after email on the ham radio). It is quiet below except for the sound of the water against the hull and the wind in the sails. I too sleep and read. I do some video and photography but it has been too rough to download the images to my computer.

Fine salt covers everything on deck. It comes from the constant spray of water as the boat punches through the waves. That everything includes the crew. Every time I lick around my lips, I can taste the salt stuck in my unshaven face.

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Yes, it is tedious right now. People are not jovial and all are wishing for a change in wind direction that we know will come; but there are moments, when on watch, that the wonder of the sea grabs you. The power of the wind and waves, the expanse of the ocean, and the small flying fish, like silver bullets breaking the surface of the water streaking through the air to disappear a few moments later into a wave.


After having left in a rush due to a favorable weather window, we have done just over 140 nautical miles in the last 22 hours and our current position as of 1:19 pm standard Eastern Time is 40.15.405 N by 70.57.794 W.

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The first night out was wonderful. After passing through the Narrows Bridge, we set sail then settled in to watch the sun dip below the horizon. The night was clear and our distance from Manhattan increased more stars started to show themselves – by midnight, the sky was full. We had cool SW winds that averaged about 25 knots with chaotic seas. The boat running with the wind with full jib and reefed main averaged about 8 knots.

Earlier in the evening, the phosphorous was in full display. The waves off the bow and trails off the stern glowed a Halloween green as radiant gems danced in the surf.

The winds have been good and stiff. We reduced sail by putting a second reef in the main and putting up the staysail instead of the number 1 jib. The boat is responding nicely to the sea; much better then she sailed in Lake Ontario. The weather has been very good. The skies have been blue with a scattering of cumulus clouds. The sea is inky blue with foamy tops blowing off the 2-meter swells. The spray is covering the boat with fine salt now and everything is getting a little damp. This salt has me a little concerned about my cameras but I’m still getting some decent photographs and videos.

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I had my turn at watch this morning from 6 am to 9 am (our watch is 3 hours on and 12 hours off); and got my highlight of the trip so far – a pod of 20 or more dolphins welcoming us to the Gulf Stream. Magnificent! I sat on the bow for a good 15 minutes in awe as they surrounded the boat breaking the surface of the water and passing under the bow of the boat while looking up at me. It was a real joy for me to see them do their acrobatics along the front of the boat. There have been many sea birds, like shearwaters, around skimming over the surface of the water. They, like the dolphins are a delight to watch.

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Twelve thirty October 14, 2008 the Falcon GT slipped out of the dock while family and friends waved us off. Captain John, his brother Doug, and I were on board while Doug S. and Stuart, jealous, would join us in New York at the end of the month. The weather was rough with strong northwest winds as we ventured out of the harbour escorted by Towarf.

The conditions would have been fabulous for a sail but the trip down the canal and its low bridges required the mast to rest on the deck horizontally. In the bumpy waters, the mast swayed its wooden supports groaned under the strain. As the boat bucked and the mast rocked, we discussed finding a closer port for the night. However, the winds lightened and with the mast more securely fastened, we decided to head for Oswego. Heading east, a bright big silver full moon rose in front of us while a
salmon pink sky bid good night to the setting sun in the west.


Twenty-four hours later, we arrived at Oswego and called US Customs. At 7:00 pm, a friendly and courteous agent greeted us and by 8:00 pm, we had cleared entry to the United States.

Our trip from Oswego and through the canals to the Hudson River would take us five days and 30 locks. Rising 175.3 feet through 10 locks then dropping 420 feet through 20 locks. Our first day in the inland waterway greeted us with grey skies and rain, but cleared by the end of the day. The remainder of our time in the canal we had blue skies, nights with bright stars and mornings with frost on the boat and ground and mist on the water. Autumn colours of yellow, orange and red pressed against the shore and up the hillsides. Herons sprinkled the shoreline hiding amongst the fallen brush. Homes and cottages dotted the shoreline, some large and well-kept while others were run down having seen better times.


Along with enjoying our surrounding, we met some wonderful people. There was the sailing family on Gromit who were struggling with engine problems limping their way down south. And Chris, the lockmaster at Fort Plain, NY, who gave us a tour and offered the use of his car which we declined preferring to stretch our legs. There were the tourists who, while we rose or sank in the locks, would talk to us with fascination about our planned trip and wished us the best with our adventure.

Monday October 20th, we have traveled through the canals and have entered the Hudson River. Our first stop was in Catskill, New York at the Hop-in-Nose Marina. It was a strange rundown place; old boats past their prime and workers forgotten in time. Nevertheless, it was recommended for stepping the mast and that’s what they did in a professional and friendly manner.


With the mast up, we headed down the Hudson for New York City. The weather had changed from clear and sunny to cold and windy. The Hudson River banked by coloured autumn was wide like the open ocean with large swells and white caps that stirred up the olive green waters. In some places, the river narrowed backed by steep hills of rock and trees and large mansions looked down upon the river traveler.

With the help of sail, motor, wind and current we raced down the river, seeing 10 knots on the GPS, and made our grand entrance to New York City


That part of the trip seems so long ago now. We spent over a week at the Liberty Landing Marina, New Jersey across from the cityscape of Manhattan. We ignored the lure of the big city and spent our time preparing for our voyage.

Now I am sitting in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean with five guys in a small boat enjoying the adventure that has finally started.

Preparing for the Voyage

It has been a hectic few weeks as the departure date – October 14 – looms closer.  Everybody involved in the trip have been extremely busy – depressingly so.  Stuart and I have been working on provisioning the boat with food for the New York to Cape Town leg.  A lot of thought, work and time have gone into doing this.  I hope the crew is appreciative and don’t complain about the food they get.  After all, we did ask for feedback and got none.  I will dedicate more on this in the future as it is a big component of planning for a voyage of this magnitude.



Each one has put in time in getting the boat ready and to celebrate there was an open boat on October 4, which was well attended.  You can get more details here.

Besides the boat, I have been getting my personal live in order.  Its not easy dropping everything and leaving for a few months, there is a lot to work on and it raises the stress levels and sucks the energy right out of you.  Perhaps I will revisit all that in a future blog, but right now, I just don’t have the time to be reflective.

The plan is to update this blog once a week or so during the voyage.  For more frequent updates and position reports go to www.sv-falcongt.blogspot.com.

Sailing to Queen City Yacht Club

Preparation continues for the voyage to Australia. The development of an 8-week menu is underway and work continues on the boat. Friday afternoon we took a break with John, Doug and I sailing to Toronto Island. Winds were light when we left at 2:00 pm and the sail into Toronto was uneventful. John took a nap while Doug and I lounged on deck soaking up the sun and watching for other boats.

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On our approach, under power, to the western gap of Toronto Harbour we sailed into some excitement. There was a stationary green sailboat in front of us, as we passed Doug asked if everything was ok. He responded that he had no gears. To make things worse’ he was drifting towards a rocky breakwater. John, Doug and I sprang into action getting ready to accept the towline the sailor on the disabled boat was preparing to throw us. By the time the line was secure the disabled boat was only few meters from disaster. We towed the functionless vessel into National Yacht Club and let loose the tow and head back on course once the man felt he could glide to his slip.

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The rest of the trip (and this story) was anticlimactic but enjoyable. By 7:30 pm we had traversed the western gap into Toronto Harbour and moored at the Queen City Yacht Club. After dinner we explored Ward Island, watched the sun go down over Toronto, and were entertained by the Toronto Island residence’s fire parade. The day ended with a beer at the yacht club.

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Lake Ontario 300: The Story

Saturday morning at 7:00, the Falcon GT slipped the lines and headed out of Bronte Harbour towards Port Credit Yacht Club for the start of the Ontario 300. The weather was calm, mist rising off the still water and fog shrouding the shore. We had to motor. Anticipation was high amongst the crew*, but the lack of wind was a concern.

We arrived outside of PCYC around 9:00 am and dropped anchor, waiting for the start of the race. There were around 130 boats, in various classes, taking part in the regatta. We were in the fully crewed spinnaker division 2 along with 10 other boats.

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At 10:55 am, with a downwind start we pulled up the spinnaker and raced towards the first mark at Gibraltar Point off the Toronto Islands. It was quite the sight to see all the boats flying their spinnakers around us. However, the winds slowly started to die and become variable.

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Early in the evening, a thunderstorm rolled in with heavy rains but it cleared rewarding us with a brilliant rainbow and sunset. As night fell we continued to fly the chute, but the winds became increasingly fickle. In the darkness the fleet started to spread out, each charting their separate course searching for the wind.

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Stuart and I had first watch and, during the night, we played cat and mouse with other boats around us. A breeze would pick up filling our spinnaker and we would skim past the competition. Then it would die collapsing our kite and allowing the other yachts to slide ahead. And so it went as the darkness drifted on. At 1:00 am Sunday, John and Doug took over and we went below to sleep. Some time that morning, perhaps 2:00 am, I heard the rain return.

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At day break we were alone having tacked out into the lake. The rain continued but the wind was gone except for light whispers. We struggled to make way and from 1:33 pm to 5:25 pm made only about 5.5 nautical miles. During that time, we had only rare sighting of other boats – our competition? We did not know.

Sunday, 5:25 pm our position was 43° 47.727′ N by 78° 00.425′ W and speed over ground at a neck breaking 0.0 knots. There was absolutely no wind. A bored Thomas took a swim while his old man slept. Still waiting for a current of air, at 7:00 pm we had lasagna while watching Donnie Brasco starring Al Pacino and Johnny Depp – I highly recommend it. After the movie, John called a crew meeting to consider whether we go on or withdraw. We had hoped for strong winds to push the boat and us. Since we had not gotten that and the forecast was for continued variable winds, we abandoned the race. So on July 20th at 8:30 pm we turned on the engine and headed home.

In the waning hours of our sail, as we approached Bronte Harbour, the Coast Guard sent out a storm-warning broadcast for severe thunderstorms with potential of waterspouts. Around us, the breeze picked up to gale force. The birds fought the wind making no headway, the boat bucked at the chance to go but it was too late for us and we headed into the harbour, our race done.

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But the race and sail was not a waste. We gained more experience on the boat and it was the first time we had sailed with a full crew. The continued rain stressed the importance of keeping the inside of the boat dry at all costs. We discovered a few new minor issues that need to be worked on. In addition, for me, it reinforced the fact that my photography and computer equipment must be stored in watertight cases. Therefore, while we did not get the weather or the glory we wanted the race was well worth it.

* Thomas was in for Doug Gayford who is still in Australia

For more pictures click here.

To see the path that the Falcon GT and other boats took go to http://trackinfo.fistracking.com/2008solmarlo300/and for results go to http://www.lo300.org/

Lake Ontario 300 Update

It has been a long day getting the preparations done for the race tomorrow.  All is done and it is late.  I have to get up tomorrow morning at 5:00 am and be at the boat at 6:30 am.  We are taking the boat to PCYC from Bronte and have to be there before the first start at 10:30.

If you are interested in tracking the boats during the race go here:  http://trackinfo.fistracking.com/2008solmarlo300/

To pick our boat go to the boat selector and pick spinnaker FC2 and you will see Falcon GT.

Once the race is done I will post pictures and give a summary on how things have gone.