Southern Straits 2011 – Kiva

Easter 2011 meant that it was time for the Southern Straits Regatta again.  After last year’s crazy ride, we were prepared for the worst, however; the weather this time around was polar opposite.

As always, we started just off Dundarave Pier in West Vancouver where a small crowd of well wishers had gathered to send us off. The 90 nautical mile course first took us out to the Ballenas Islands, then to Entrance Island, Halibut Bank, back to Entrance before the final finish at Point Atkinson Lighthouse. We expected the race to last 30+ hours so the plan was to have the 10 person crew work in 4hr shifts. But given the beautiful sunshine and calm steady winds, after an entire week of rain, no one really wanted to hang out down below. We were in great spirits and recanted war stories of previous sails as we beat up the south side of Bowen. We stayed out of the Strait as it looked like the best winds were along the coast.

Thanks to Jill and Layne, the crew enjoyed a delicious dinner of beef bourguignon which we re-heated in the oven as we watched a beautiful sunset. At 8 o’clock, we started our shifts as half the crew went down below to some scotch and some sleep. As darkness enveloped us, we made the dash across the Strait to Ballenas. I’m uncertain of the exact point along the coast that we cut across as our Spot tracker was not working. As a result, we don’t have a GPS track of the route we took. The temperature plunged to near zero Celsius but thankfully, we had warm clothing. On the positive side, we were able to stream Radio over 3G with my Galaxy Tab. We live in amazing times when one can stream music from a radio station from Poland over the internet to a sailboat in the middle of the Georgia Strait. We came up to Ballenas at midnight, just in time for crew change. We’d picked up speed and were now doing about 7kts. The rest of our crew shook off their sleep and we had all hands on deck for the kite hoist and rounding.

One doesn’t really sleep while underway during a race – at least I didn’t think I did, though the rest of the crew assures me otherwise. I faded in an out to the sounds of water splashing against the hull and the occasional sounds of laughter from the cockpit and grinding winches. My body was exhausted but my mind was too excited to sleep. I kept waking up whenever the voices picked up in the cockpit, trying to stay with whatever was going on in the race and alert in case there was a call for all hands on deck.

My shift started at 4am as we just rounded Entrance Island. Words cannot describe how surreal it is to look back into the darkness and see four spinnakers barrelling down upon you as you leave a wake glimmering with phosphorescence.   These guys meant business and we went from sleep to race mode, anxious to keep our lead. It took us 4 hours to get to Halibut Bank, round the mark and get back to Entrance Island. When the relief crew came back on deck, it seemed to them that we had not moved at all. Joking aside, we are on the final leg of the race and no one could sleep. Sunrise had brought another gorgeous day but the winds were getting lighter and we had come too far to be dead in the water. After a breakfast of porridge and coffee, we decided to take the rhumb line to Pt. Atkinson as some of us cracked open a beer and prayed – thankfully, the wind held steady. While light at times, we never really hit 0kts at any point during the race.

Kiva crossed the finish line at exactly 1pm putting our course time at almost 26.5hrs. Finishing is an exhilarating experience and gives one a huge sense of accomplishment. Finishing with a a great crew is just that much sweeter. Some races you fight the weather gods wrath, and others, the weather gods deliver you the only two days of beautiful sunshine amidst weeks of rain. Kiva will be racing in the Swiftsure Regatta on May 27/28 and will then do the 2 week Van Isle 360. We would all like to thank our crew mate Izzie Egan for the video footage from the race.


42nd Southern Straits Regatta on Kiva

Kiva - Southern Straights I did the Southern Straits 2010 Regatta on Kiva, a Finngulf 41 skippered by Julien Sellgren this past Easter Weekend. The regatta, organized by the West Vancouver Yacht Club, was to be my first overnight endurance race. The race started near Dundarave Pier in West Vancouver and the 87 mile medium course would take us into the Straits, off the coast of Nanaimo. At an average speed of 5kts, I expected to be out for anywhere from 17-24hrs. We had organized ourselves into two shifts however, I didn’t really expect to get any sleep.

I checked the weather forecast at 5am on Easter Friday (race day) and Environment Canada had a gale warning in effect for the Straits. Winds were expected to gust up to 40kts easing to 20kts by 2pm that afternoon. We’d experienced 25-30kt winds under full sails on a weekend trip to Gibsons a few months back and Kiva and the crew handled it very well. I’ve only been racing for a year now but had grown somewhat accustomed to high winds at the start of the racing easing off as the day progressed. This was typically in line with predictions by various weather services and I didn’t expect any different this time.

A small crowd had gathered at the pier to see the race start. Winds were at 20kts when we started off heading south west towards the Gulf Islands. We held off on flying our spinnaker while we assessed the situation. Two boats put theirs up and within minutes, one of them was torn to shreds – overpowered by the high winds. The second one didn’t last much longer. Holding off on the kite meant that I was done for now as I was on kite flying duty. We saw one boat round up in the distance but we were able to hold our own. By the time we got to UBC, we were in 2nd place however, it was still just the beginning of a long race.

As we got into deeper waters, the winds had picked up past 30kts and the sea was visibly rougher. We rounded up a couple of times however, quickly came up with a rhythm of calling out the wind gusts and bearing away just in time to keep control. After about an hour of this, it seemed like we had things well in hand and that we could wait out the gale. After all, the forecast was for winds to ease at around 2pm. Watching other boats wipe out was gut wrenching for me – I couldn’t help but empathize with the crews out there. Given my limited rough weather experience, I was getting a crash course on how boats handle when overpowered.

We checked our watches and it was now 1pm. We’d been racing for just over 2hrs. Something was not right, instead of the weather easing, it was getting stronger. Winds were now inching up to 40kts and when we managed to surf a wave, Kiva saw bursts of speeds close to 15kts. The waves were getting more erratic and were building. Without any clear reference point, it was hard to figure out how high the waves were however, on one occasion, it felt like I was peering over the edge of a second storey balcony. We got overpowered and rounded up a couple more times and each time, it seemed to take a bit longer to get back on course. But each time, my crew mates skilfully brought Kiva back on course. And then, all hell broke lose…

We were once again rounding up when I saw a rush of water coming at me. I yelled out “wave” and braced for impact as water rushed over the me and submerged the cockpit. When I managed to pop my head up, I saw a tangle of boots and jackets on the low end of the boat. The cockpit looked like a hot tub and I could see sandwiches and drink bottles floating away out to sea. As the water drained out, we saw that one of our crew had gone overboard. Thankfully, we were all tethered in. I held on to the high side as crew close by rushed to pull him back in. Our skipper called to drop sails and powered up the engine – we were done racing. Our priority now was to fend of hypothermia. As I struggled to release the jib halyard, the boat heeled violently onto port and another crewmember trying to lower the main sail went overboard. I ran up to foredeck to help him aboard. Just as he climbed aboard, I saw the jib rip out of its track and fall into the ocean. Thankfully, between that and the main sail coming down, we no longer had the full force of the wind upon us. Just as we managed to get the ship under control, we saw a boat in the far distance lose its mast. Once we were able to ascertain that they had the situation under control, we made for Nanaimo and safe harbour.

It took us about 2hrs to motor out to Nanaimo as the storm continued to surge. Once docked, my crew mates and I took stock of the boat and began reporting damages only to be waved off by the skipper. “We’re all safe and no one’s hurt and that’s all that matters…” is all he said as he cracked open a bottle of rum. We listened to the rest of the carnage on channel 16 as boats radioed the coast guard, eager for news about friends and loved ones. We heard of one sinking and two boats dismasted as we rendered assistance to boats coming in.

There’s been lots of coverage on whether the race should have gone ahead and no doubt, it was a rough day for the coast guard (not to mention those who waited for them in frigid waters for well over an hour). I’m told there was a total of 36 calls into them for assistance. The weather is very hard to predict and I don’t believe anyone rightfully expected winds building past 40kts let alone 60kts as was finally the case. A lot of the news coverage has the benefit of hindsight and I don’t believe that any skipper would knowingly put their rig and crew in harms way. Same goes for the race organizers. I’m sure there will be a lot of talk about this race in the community and as a rookie, I got to learn from having been there. The coast guard did however knowingly put themselves in harms way to rescue those in need – for that, I’m certain the sailing community is forever grateful. I for one am very thankful to have been on Kiva, serving with the crew I had and having everyone in the race return safe.

If you’d like a more colourful account of the race, here’s one by Peter Lagergren (Strait Jackets) and another one here.

Round Bowen Regatta – Arashi, Toybox

Round Bowen Start

I had the pleasure to do the Round Bowen 2009 Regatta on Arashi. To get there, I took Toybox out for a nice three day weekend on my first crossing of the Georgia Straight. I had a great crew and we sailed all the way from just past the Burrard Bridge to Passage Island.

It was a beautiful race day and we were fortunate to have wonderful winds for the entire circumnavigation. As usual, the Arashi crew were in high spirits. Various friends came out on the Granville Island water taxi or on the BC Ferries to join in the festivities.

You can see pictures of the long weekend here.

Silva Bay Regatta – Arashi

Team shot

Well, summer is here and what better way to spend it than bombing around the Straights on a sailboat. Last weekend, we took Arashi out to Silva Bay on Gabriola. We raced down on the Saturday, spent the night and raced back the next day.

The sea was angry on the Saturday and we sped along at close to 7 knots in 17 knot winds. 7 foot swells and white caps ensured a bouncy ride. We had waves washing over the deck on more than one occasion. I got to witness my first sail change in the middle of a race. By the time we made it to Silva Bay, we were all soaked. But good humour and a good supply of beers ensured a fun time. The pub at the marina was closed because of plumbing issues. We ended up cooking a great meal from supplies procured at the local grocery store. The party on the docks went on till 2am.

The sail back was nice and calm and a cumulative seven hours on the water ensured that everyone got a good dose of sunburn despite precautions taken.

The next regatta is to Bowen Island on the weekend of the 13th. I expect to take my boat Toybox up there. In the meantime, you can catch pictures of the Silva Bay trip here.

Update: Oops…yes the wind was doing 17 knots. Arashi was closer to 7 🙂