the 2010 Wayfarer Midwinters Lake Eustis SC * Feb. 5-7 Uncle Al's Regatta Report ... |
Cool,
windy Midwinters spells Gold for
Peter and Alex Rahn!
.. 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 ...
... 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!! |