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2010 Wayfarer Midwinters
Lake Eustis SC * Feb. 5-7
Uncle Al's Regatta Report

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Cool, windy Midwinters spells Gold for Peter and Alex Rahn!
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The Montreal father/son duo of Peter and Alex Rahn (above) captured the 2010 Wayfarer Midwinter championship with a perfect three firsts in cool, breezy weather Feb. 5-7 on Lake Eustis in central Florida about 50 miles NW of Orlando. Rounding out the top three were a pair of North Carolina husband/wife teams: Jim Heffernan with Linda, and Richard Johnson with Michele. Capturing top spot among non-spinnaker boats were Lake Eustis SC's Ted Benedict with Ottawa's Andy Douma as crew.


2010 Midwinters' Most Improved helms: (l to r) Mike Murto, Richard Watterson, Ted Benedict

This team also tied for Most Improved honours with Richard Watterson of Hershey, PA with his Houston, TX crew, Doug Terrier, and the LESC crew of Mike Murto and Izak Kielmovitch (see photo above). Defending champs, Uncle Al (Oakville, ON) and Nick Seraphinoff (Detroit, MI) fell to series 7th in the 12-boat fleet when Al's bare feet got too painfully cold on Sunday morning and Nick and Al sat out the final pair of races.

Al's Midwinters 2010 Scrapbook



As in 2009, Nick Seraphinoff volunteered to drive us down to the Midwinters in his Yukon SUV, a kind gesture that left Al's family with his car while he (above) made the Oakville-Windsor trip by train - his first such experience in decades. Not only did Nick come across the river to pick Al up at the Windsor station, but he also provided Friday night dinner, a delicious concoction that starred a dear departed elk that Nick had "bagged" on a recent huntng trip in Wyoming.



The plan for the following day was to drive at least as far as Chattanooga, Tennessee. Unlike previous years, the weather got colder and snowier as we zipped southwards through Kentucky and Tennessee (above). After a relaxed breakfast in Nick's Detroit home, darkness fell when we were still a good hour from our goal and still chugging along through the snow. Luckily for us, we were just coming to an off-ramp when we hit a traffic jam that stretched as far as the eye could see. A snap decision to exit here and bed down an hour short of Chattanooga turned out to be a great move as we here in our hotel that a 20-vehicle pile-up had backed traffic up for a 18 miles. Still, it was a nice, early bedtime for us, and by 3 a.m. we were showered, coffee'd up and on the road again.



Having decided to take the boat with us to Captiva Island, we shot straight down to Nick's condo in St. Pete's which we reached by late afternoon. The next day, we went on our annual Doc Ford pilgrimage to Sanibel Island (just off Fort Myers) that Marc Bennett and I began a few years back - Sanibel Island being the home of our fictional favourite, Doc Ford, in a series beautifully created by Randy Wayne White. As always, we spent one evening in the lovely atmosphere of Doc Ford's Rum Bar & Grille. Having enjoyed the usual fine supper, we stopped at the front desk to let Nick buy Randy's latest book when who should walk up and offer to sign the book but the author himself (above with Uncle Al). What a fine moment that was!!





The next day we launched W864 out of the Tween Waters Inn on Captiva Island (just north of Sanibel, see map above) where we could warm up for the Midwinters in some amount of style (above). The plan had been to sail out into the Gulf of Mexico through the cut at the north end of Captiva, but just as we entered it, a thunderstorm began. As thunderstorms go, this one was rather mellow, accompanied as it was by a nearly complete calm, but we nonetheless, we decided to head back - very slowly - while keeping our extremities away from wires such as the shrouds.



Without doubt, as the rain became a deluge, this became a day on which to read the paper or - in Al's case - to enjoy a nap. It took us several years, but this year we finally discovered that not all our fellow-geezers at the resort went to bed by 9 p.m. The Old Captiva House restaurant has a bar right next door - The Crow's Nest - where Nick and I spent a most enjoyable couple of hours and their nice young DJ introduced me to a pair of great songs I had somehow missed as they went by: All Summer Long by Kid Rock, and Our Country by John Mellencamp.



When the cool deluge was still in progress the following morning, we abandoned all thoughts of trying to sail out into the Gulf. Instead, we hauled out and began to meander back towards Lake Eustis where other early arrivals were taking advantage of the fine, warm weather early in the week to get in some fun practice (above) ...



... as well as warming up the social skills in various local establishments! By the time Nick and I arrived on Thursday afternoon, all 13 of our registered crews were on site and ready to sail, as were many of the 41 MC Scows who would be sailing their first annual Train Wreck Regatta, named for last year's derailment that trapped many sailors on the club grounds and forced them to imbibe for several hours.



Well organized as always in the capable hands of Scott Tillema and Dave Moring, a dozen or so MC's were even putting in some practice races (above) as Nick and I arrived.



Thursday evening saw a bunch of Wayfarers taking our main hosts, Dotty and Mike Murto, out for dinner as usual. A very enjoyable time it was, too, even though the restaurant is now known as Fins rather than our old favourite, Dead River Vic's. I believe it was Mary Krauss who thought up a new possible way to get Uncle Al to eat his green stuff.



And here she is! Apparently not terminally offended by Uncle Al's I found Jesus ... He was behind the couch shirt.



Friday: A forecast of three breezy days and steadily dropping temperatures seemed to be coming true as Mary, Tony and I awoke after a fine night's rest at Mike and Dotty's. With Nick deciding to get hotel rooms for himself and his grand-daughter, Mallory, Al got to be chauffeured around by Tony and Mary for most of this weekend, and on Friday morning, that meant the first of three great breakfasts with these two - at the Mason Jar as usual.



At the club, we were greeted by - what else??? - a train wreck, whose functioning electric train delighted the many children in attendance - not to mention many of us older children!!



Two Wayfarer newcomers - Rick Nelson from Indianapolis (l) and Doug Terrier from Houston - look set to roll as the proceedings are about to begin. Or not, as the case may be. We did in fact, get a postponement while Dave Williams and his very efficient RC waited to see how the day's strong, gusty winds might develop. So we got to ...



... sit in on an MC seminar given by last year's MC winner, Andy Fox, who covered a wide variety of topics such as starting that were equally useful to both Wayfarers and MCs, Thanks, Andy!! After which ...



... our drinking buddy, Scott Tillema of the host club pitted his considerable substance against the still quite gusty winds (above) right out in front of the club dock and demonstrated breezy air techniques that ran the gamut from sailing the boat flat to ...



... self-rescue after a capsize. I found the demonstration to be most enlightening, especially since I have every intention of borrowing an MC for one of their regattas in the coming year or so.



At about noon, the RC left shore to set up for W racing in the conditions seen above. In many ways, this first series race of the 2010 Midwinters was a tale of errors made by the top two boats for sure, and very likely elsewhere down the fleet. Al and Nick started promisingly enough as they started even with Peter and Alex and proceeded to grind out a lead over over them. Meanwhile, teams Heffernan and Johnson slowly fell back into 3rd and 4th, likely hampered by their even greater lack of hiking weight.

About two thirds up the first beat came Al's first big mistake: Just prior to the start, Al had checked the SI's and would have sworn that that it said yellow marks would be used, with orange as replacements if needed. Thus, when we saw the yellow mark attached to the safety boat (above), we bore off significantly with a view to rounding it to port, just to play it safe. Of course, the crash boat occupants kindly informed us just before we rounded, that our rounding marks were orange. But by this time, we had given the lead to Peter and Alex.



Still, Nick and I again ground the Rahns down enough that when Peter tacked to leeward and ahead of us about 200 yards from the windward mark, he was unable to safely cross us and took our transom (above).



A lesser Uncle Al error ensued at the windward mark when he and Nick fell just short of laying the mark (above). It was one of those situations where inside of a very few seconds a tricky decision had to be made. Could we/should we tack twice inside the Zone and risk fouling Peter? Was it too choppy to risk shooting the mark? That was about all I had time to think about. Certainly, I had no time to discuss matter with Nick before action became imperative!



Greed won out in my mind and I decided to try shooting the mark (above). Poor Nick had no idea whether I was tacking or not and ended up ...



... wedged under the vang with the jib partly backed. I was so busy watching Nick's contortions that I failed to help our turn by easing the main, and we ended up just kissing the mark. While we were doing our Penalty Turn, Peter and Alex moved past us into the lead.

After the short reach to the offset mark, we began the first run. Instead of regaining the lead as we were fully expecting to do on the super-fast W864 bottom finish, our spinnaker work was enough of a comedy of errors that we even lost the spinnaker-less - on this first run - Jim and Linda Heffernan who had rounded a fairly close 3rd off the first beat.

But Peter and Alex, having pulled away nicely while Al and Nick sorted themselves out, were not about to let us hog all of the mistakes. No indeed: The Rahns rounded the leeward mark to starboard, and Nick and I let them sail a good 100 yards up the second beat before kindly informing them of their error.



On their way back, the Rahns (above left) failed to "unwind the string" before rounding to port, a foul that Al was quick to protest. Peter made some response but Al's ears were not up to the task in the fairly noisy wind. Certain that the Rahns would be DSQ, Al now concentrated only on beating Jim (above right) while ignoring Peter.



Al and Nick did indeed place ahead of Jim and Linda (above). And when the weather (above again) began to look ever more threatening, our RC abandoned further Friday racing to no one's great dismay! So now Al rushed to file his protest - his first in about ten years - and discovered he still has lots to learn: Even though to Al's mind, a Rahn DSQ was a dead certainty, Al should in retrospect have challenged Peter for the lead over the last three legs of the race instead of relying on the outcome of his protest.



Here is what happened: Al submitted a finely crafted - if I do say it myself - protest to the Protest Committee in plenty of time, and only then did he listen to Peter's rationale. It turns out that Peter thought we were - as the SI course diagram (above) showed - using a gate at the end of our downwind legs, and he rounded what he perceived to be the right-hand gate mark to starboard. Al pointed out that it did however say in the SI's: "there may be a gate". Technically speaking, Peter was in the wrong but I could easily see how such an understandable error could happen. In the never-ending "drop-race" debate, here is another reason why I like having a drop race: I was now faced with the question whether I wanted to be responsible for totally wrecking any Rahn chance at winning the series which would be the case if I got them DSQ'd. The answer was a pretty speedy and loud "no". The PC kindly let me withdraw my protest and Peter "bought" me a beer. The Wayfarer spirit in action. But as I said earlier, I should have challenged Peter and Alex on the race course in that first race, just in case that protest did not go as I oh so confidently expected.

 

In the Wayfarer Midwinters scheme of things, Friday night has become Quarterdeck night and this year, this was once again a great success before we went to sleep in our various billets, perhaps wondering how true the forecast of even cooler and windier weather was likely to be.



Saturday: As predicted, cooler (low 50s F), windier and increasingly sunny. After a short competitors' briefing - mostly for the MC's whose series was starting on this day - we were off into seriously challenging ...



... conditions. The top two seeds, Al and Peter, soon had the W race pretty much to themselves. Much to their surprise and delight, the two 68-year-olds, Nick and Al were able to grind down that young whippersnapper, Peter, and his strong young son, Alex, on each of the two beats and had a nice lead when a safety boat came by to let us know that the race had been abandoned because the ...



... the number of needed rescues was beginning to overtax the LESC capabilities. We were less than pleased but consoled ourselves that this was the only safe course of action and that with our on-board supply dwindling fast, we were now going to get at the free beer that much faster. Moreover, we reasoned, one hair-raising spinnaker-less dead run sailed mostly on a plane was enough excitement for us for one day.



And so we spent a nicely social afternoon under sunny skies but it only felt a bit warm if you could find a sunny spot that was protected from the wind.



And this was not that spot! A lovely, sun-drenched bench but not warm on this day!!



Inside was another story, however. At one point in the early evening we had the promised, fine BBQ dinner whose preparations had to be moved indoors - a far cry from last year's marvellously hot sunshine!! Doing their absolute best to further MC - Wayfarer friendship in the most time-honoured way were Uncle Al and ...



... Dave Moring, the same Dave who got us many of our great action shots from Friday's first race of the Wayfarer series. Thanks, Dave. We did indeed set sail sail with Captain Morgan!!



Sunday: It was indeed red sky at night on Saturday (above) but Sunday morning was by no means an unmitigated sailor's delight with race time temperatures around 38°F (4ºC) and winds gusting to 15+ knots. Perhaps it was all the rum my system absorbed the previous three nights, but for the first time in my long sailing career, my bare, wet feet really felt the cold, to the point where I really had no desire to keep sailing. And Nick wasn't that keen to stay out, either. So we packed it in and went ashore, eager to warm up.



In the Wayfarers' two Sunday races, there were no exciting developments as Peter and Alex nailed down first overall with a perfect 1-1-1 record, while Jim and Linda Heffernan beat their North Carolina state-mates, Richard Johnson and wife, Michele, by one place in each race to nail down the runner-up position.



Although the winds were not as strong as on Saturday, there still numerous challenging gusts as can be seen in the photo above. How nice it was to see that in these tough conditions, two of our newest helms scored fine 4th-place finishes: Rick Nelson (with Tony Krauss) in race #2 and Richard Watterson with Doug Terrier in the finale.



The very large, healthy fleet MC's put the leeward gate to good use (above).



The Wayfarer top three in the 2010 Midwinters: 1. Peter and Alex Rahn (black, red, yellow, white spi)   2. Jim and Linda Heffernan (red spi)   3. Richard Johnson and Michele Parish (pink, white & yellow spi) come down their final run with many MC's to be seen finishing their beats.



Rick Nelson and Tony Krauss looking good on their way to a 4th.



Near the end of Sunday's second race, the sun finally broke through as Jim and Linda sailed their final run.



A third straight win clinches the 2010 Wayfarer Midwinter Championship for ...



... Peter and Alex Rahn. In the Non-Spinnaker division, Richard Watterson and Doug Terrier's 4th in the finale fell just short of letting the catch Ted Benedict and Andy Douma who took top spot by one point ahead of Richard and Doug. Non-spi 3rd went to Rick Nelson with Tony Krauss. Well done, one and all!!



Who would imagine that everyone had just sailed a pair of races in thick, cold cloud cover??!!



Mike Murto (l) presents our long-standing PRO, Dave Williams, with the Wayfarer tote bag created and donated by our covermaker par excellence, Hans Gottschling. Thanks, Dave, to you and all your many capable and friendly helpers!!



The occasion of our Midwinters awards was deemed by the Canadian Wayfarer Association to be a good time for Uncle Al to present two of our annual trophies to American sailors who could not attend our Annual Awards dinner in mid-January. Particularly apt was Nick Seraphinoff's acceptance of the Lansdown-O'Brien Spittoon (for unique feats of seamanship during the past year) since it had been right here on Lake Eustis a year before that Nick had hoisted the W3854 spinnaker sideways in the heat of US Nationals battle. You can see Nick oozing gratitude from every pore on the left above.



It was the CWA's top honour, the Don Davis Memorial Trophy (for exceptional service to the Wayfarer Class in North America over the years) that was presented to Jim and Linda Heffernan. Jim is currently the USWA Commodore again after holding that position 30 years ago. Also a case of déjà vu is ...



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Jim's wife, Linda, who - like 30 years ago - is back doing a marvellous job on the USWA's printed newsletter
The Skimmer
. Thanks so much for all the many things you do for us, Linda and Jim.




Home again: Sadly, I could not join the Murtos for Super Bowl night at their place because we had to go south to St. Pete's where we dropped off some sailing gear Nick would need for a mid-March Flying Dutchman regatta, gear he did not want to have to bring back south on the plane. And then we awoke to the news that a(nother) big storm was expected to hit the northern half of our route on Tuesday. So we revisited the days of our reckless youth and drove straight through, beating most of the snow and having W864 snugly back in Detroit by 4 a.m. on the Tuesday.

A great week and a half it was. Thanks to the Lake Eustis SC members who made it all possible. I do hope more of us can take advantage of these great times in 2011. See you there - and I expect I will have invested in some footwear for the 38ºF emergencies!!
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