Caribbean Adventure – by Larry Calliouet

The good ship Vagamonda, a Beneteau 51 like our Mary Jewell, left St. Martin on Monday for a short sail to St. Barts. After spending a day with the beautiful people (no, we didn’t see any glitterati) we motored 30 miles on a windless day to Saba, an island fraught with difficulties due to its extremely deep water, vertical shores with no beaches, and only one small manmade harbor behind a seawall.  The people of Saba live in five villages high on the island. At 800 feet altitude we reached a spotless town of white houses and red tile roofs, ironically named Bottom.  From there we went up another thousand feet to the village of Windwardside, named for an obvious reason. This incredibly steep island was very scenic and the diving was spectacular.

At the Carreenage in St. Barts

Next we went to St. Eustatius where we hiked up an extinct volcano and down into the crater which was covered with rain forest. After stops in St. Kitts and Nevis we arrived in Jolly Harbor, Antigua.  Antigua Race Week was going on, so we spent a day watching the races. From Shirley Heights between English Harbor and Falmouth Harbor we could see boats making mistakes that we would never make if we were racing . Down at Nelson’s Dockyard sailors, vendors, and spectators mingled, partied, and swapped stories, lies, excuses, and exaggerations.

Sailing conditions were exhilarating for the long haul from Antigua to Guadeloupe. Winds were 25 knots on the beam with gusts over 30, seas were mostly 8-10 feet with occasional 15 foot rollers, and skies were clear. With two reefs in the mainsail we covered the first 41 miles at 8-9 knots and occasionally touched 10 knots. If that wasn’t enough to write home about, big things began to happen 5 miles out of Deshaies, Guadeloupe. First the genoa halyard snapped.  The sail fell down the forestay and was whipping in the wind and water, not unlike some spinnaker problems we had witnessed in the Antigua races. We dropped the main and headed to windward.  The genoa on a cruising charter boat is heavy duty and stiff, so getting it down was a struggle, but we managed to stuff it into the forepeak cabin, the first time I ever thought that cabin was worth much except for storing empty luggage.  Then the cleat on the mast that the topping lift was secured to popped its rivets and pulled off. Down came the boom on the bimini.  That bent the frame and popped another rivet, but we used a small line to tie down the bimini frame until we could reorganize the boat and get some repairs made. Arriving in Deshaies was completely anticlimactic after all this, but we were glad to be in the harbor of this picturesque little French village.

After spending the night anchored in Deshaies harbor we motor sailed to Jacques Cousteau’s marine park at Pigeon Island where I scuba dived with a boatload of French people. The dive boat looked pretty rough, but after the first dive, they cleared off all the scuba gear from a platform on the boat and spread a pretty table cloth over it for lunch. The French take dining very seriously.

Today we set sail at 6:30 a.m. so that we could reach the Sunsail base in Marina bas du Fort, Point-a-Pitre, in time for boat repairs. It proved to be a historic occasion as we were this base’s very last customer–they are closing the base tomorrow. Sunsail’s British technician, who was holding the fort until the end, gamely climbed to the top of the mast in a bosun’s chair and installed a new halyard. While he was making this and other repairs, we were unloading garbage and upgrading our electronic capabilities, a local woman was cleaning the boat, and another woman was delivering provisions for the next two weeks. Such a beehive of activity! We will set sail tomorrow for Marie Galante or Ille des Saintes.

Larry

Pinching the Wind by Doug Roberts

Without wind there is no sailing.
A good sailor knows exactly how high her boat will point into the wind while still maintaining the maximum velocity toward the destination.  This is especially true if you want to get from point A to B as fast as possible and point B is directly upwind.
Achieving maximum velocity toward the destination is a delicate balance between the shortened distance gained by pointing higher and the potential increased speed by falling off.

The chart demonstrates the time you can gain by pointing up 5 degrees, a little over half a minute for a typical leg of a POYC race.  However, if you give up more than 3/10 of a knot, you will have a net loss of time.

Practice, Practice, Practice
The only way to learn how well your boat can pinch the wind is to sail upwind and slowly swing the bow into the wind. When the sails start to luff, fall off until they fill. Work at broad reaching, gybing and running with the wind too.  Take something to measure your speed and see how much speed you give up by pinching the wind.  You should practice in all wind conditions.  During a race is not the time to experiment, so get out and practice sailing to a fixed buoy on the lake.

Knot of the Month for May – The Monkeys Fist

From Wikipedia ~
A monkey’s fist or monkey paw is a type of knot, so named because it looks somewhat like a small bunched fist/paw. It also looks somewhat like a volleyball or an older style football. It is tied at the end of a rope to serve as a weight, making it easier to throw, and also as an ornamental knot. This type of weighted rope can be used as an improvised weapon, called a slungshot by sailors. It was also used in the past as an anchor in rock climbing, by stuffing it into a crack, but this is obsolete and dangerous.

The monkey’s fist knot is most often used as the weight in a heaving line. The line would have the monkey’s fist on one end, an eye splice or bowline on the other, with about 30 feet (~10 meters) of line between. A lightweight feeder line would be tied to the bowline, then the weighted monkey’s fist could be hurled between ship and dock. The other end of the lightweight line would be attached to a heaver-weight line, allowing it to be drawn to the target easily.

The knot is usually tied around a small weight, such as a stone, marble, tight fold of paper, or a piece of wood. A thicker line will require a larger object in the center to hold the shape of the knot. Another variation of the monkey’s fist knot omits the use of an external object as a weight and rather uses the spare end which gets tucked back into the knot. This results in a nicer looking knot of a lesser weight, minimizing the potential danger of hurting someone with the knot when hauling line.
Monkey’s fists were also commonly used as melee weapons by sailors embroiled in street and tavern fights during the 19th century and the use of the monkey’s fist as a slungshot became common in the street gang subcultures of the 19th century. Similarly, when learning or practicing in the use of a Chinese meteor hammer, each end of the practice weapon is often tied off with a monkey’s fist knot.

Monkey’s fist’s are commonly used as a convenient and unobtrusive method of storing and transporting precious gemstones.[citation needed]

A monkey’s fist can be used on two ends of a tow lines of one side a fish net which is then thrown from one trawler to other, allowing the net to be cast and set between two boats so the trawl can be used between the two, in pair trawling[1] where the tow or catch is negotiated between both parties. This makes it easier to catch fish given the greater surface area between both boats to turn around and catch missed fish from the sea much quickly. Once all fish have been hauled up from the sea, tow lines of the fish net is returned by way of thrown both monkey’s fists back to the host trawler. Alternatively, a monkey fist can be used as a weight of a heaving line thrown to over to an opposing ship to bring two ships together.[2]

Click Here Monkey’s Fist Animation

ODE to ROPE

This is for our Commodore Debbie who has declared this the “Year of the Knot”

As I cast off for that very first time,
The “rope” in my hand has now become “line”.
And hauling the sails to the top of the mast,
That “rope”, now a “halyard” holds strong, taught and fast.
Then sailing in brisk winds full force on a beat.
The sails are trimmed in by that “rope” that’s a “sheet”.
And now at my anchorage with sails safely stowed,
I trust in that “rope” that now serves as a “rode”.
Through all my life I will never lose hope,
Of a reason or time to play with a rope.

The Commodore Speaks …

Ahoy Mates,

Welcome to the 2011 sailing season. I foresee fair winds, pleasant weather and a calendar of various activities, something for everyone.

This year I proclaim to be the year of the knot. There was a time when all good sailors worth their salt were proficient in knots and rope work and each knot, bend and hitch had a purpose. With the onset of wire rigging, the art of appropriate knotting diminished. Therefore, each month I will select a knot, bend or hitch (they are not the same) and challenge you to learn how tie it, the history of it and the correct purpose for it. Then you will have the opportunity to share what you know at the Friday night club meetings. The sailor demonstrating the most knowledge and proficiency will receive a prize. So here is your first challenge. In order to explain knotting, one must first know the terms.

Define: Working end-standing end-bight-loop-elbow

Knot for the March meeting is the midshipman’s hitch.

We are never too old to stop learning. Have fun with this and I will see you at the March meeting on the 11th.

Commodore Debbie Champion

Visit From St. Nick

T’was the night before Christmas, I swung on the hook
With snowflakes a’landing, asleep with my book
When up on the deck I heard footsteps and stuff
“I’ve been boarded!” I thought, and I tried to be tough

Then down the companionway hatch came a dude
He was dressed like a nut and I thought, “I’m so screwed”
But he laughed and he hummed as he surveyed my junk
So I figured he must be the resident drunk

His eyes were lit up like a junkie on speed
But he gave me a whole bunch of stuff that I need
Like rum and cigars and new charts and a dinghy
And some kind of fancy electrical thingy

I knew it was stolen but I wasn’t telling
I just hoped he was giving and wasn’t just selling
And I poured him a grog which he downed with a wink
Then I poured one for me (I needed a drink!)

Then he staggered above to the dark snowy night
As I peeked I beheld an incredible sight
Eight tiny dolphins and a beautiful sleigh
And the dude hopped aboard and prepared to make way

The dolphins were ready to power the sled
But the guy raised a ginny and mains’l instead
With a burp and a chuckle he gathered the breeze
And called to the dolphins, now swimming with ease

“Hey Stalker and FEMA and Cancer and Nixon!
Or Stinky and Pepper Spray, Mason, and Dixon!
Or whatever your names are, you cute little fishes,
Here’s to every last sailor, my best Christmas wishes!”

As he sailed away leaving a wobbly wake
I hoped he had not many stops left to make
He got close to shore and he soon was aground
But the dolphins proceeded to pull him around

And I heard him exclaim as he sailed out of sight
“Killer whales! ….. just kidding, don’t be so uptight!”

— Jerry Ewing TKG, Cruising World Bulletin Board/Cruising Sailor
Bulletin Board, vintage 1999