Sailing in January

January weather weighs so much on a sailor.  There’s ice and slush everywhere.  The shorts are relegated to a storage bin in the basement.   Even Corona just doesn’t taste any good during Winter.

But there is much out there to set your mind alight in the world of racing. It’s summer in the southern hemisphere, and have you seen what the southern hemisphere looks like?

Ice, icebergs, cold water, a place called “Land of Fire” and the intimidating Cape Horn.

Perfect sailing territory; where’s the rum?  Many bold people and sponsored boats are venturing forth down there.

  1. The New York to San Francisco (the long way around) world record attempt is currently being undertaken a boat named Maserati. Here’s where they are on January 24.
  2. The Vendee Globe, a non-stop solo around-the-world race. Departs England, rounds Horn, passes through three gates in the near-antarctic, and then from South America back up to England. As of January 24, the leaders are 90 miles apart, and some of their competitors are in the other hemisphere.  A number of competitors have lost their keels (apparently they are only designed to last one race) and one sailor was disqualified in the most absurd travesty in the history of race committee decisions.

Holy PDQ, Batman

We are the proud new owners of Nauticat.

Nauticat is a PDQ 36. She is currently sitting in Little Current, and plies her trade on the waters of the North Channel, based out of Gore Bay in the capable care of Canadian Yacht Charters.

No boat is perfect, but this one’s great. Reagan, Linden and I look forward to getting to know her.

This is what she looks like.
And this is what I see when I think of her.

American Scary comes to the Bruce Peninsula

While riding up to Manitoulin Island for my occasional pilgrimage to some place two gas tanks away, I came across this sight in the lineup to cross on the Chee Chee Maun.

It is not often that a genuine Harley death-machine crosses my path. In the view from astern, I am pretty sure that I counted upwards of 25 skulls facing in my direction. Incredibly creepy, and incredibly impressive.

Paddling the Don

I looked nervously to Ryan, who would be steering (as I did not have the experience), who reassured me that he had canoed on lakes before. The first section of the river before the first portage was no lake today, but with his expert paddling we made it through dry and unscathed.

http://spacingtoronto.ca/2011/07/05/paddling-the-don/