She tied up next to me a few days ago
I got out of my bunk (in Radio Bay - Hilo, HI) a few days ago and felt like I went down Alice's rabbit hole or ate the wrong mushrooms or something. Tied up next to my *little teeny tiny* 37 footer was this GIANT looking sailboat. It wasn't like a big tall rig schooner or something, but looked like a giant version of my little cutter rigged Hunter. She probably had 10 - 12 foot of freeboard plus a 90 foot single mast. It was the Hyperion, which I hadn't even heard of at the time, Jim Clarke’s custom designed $300 million, suppose-to-be-most-high-tech sailboat ever built. They only stayed a day or so but I got a chance to see how maneuverable she is for such a huge looking thing.I don't know how many of you have been to Hilo, but Radio Bay is just a tiny little small boat harbor for yachts off to one end of Hilo Bay. It will probably only hold about 20 to 25 Yachts (of regular size) total. Maybe somewhere between 15 and 20 boats can tie up Med style, stern to the big concrete Quay, with an anchor off the bow to hold them away from the wall. (We get a bit of a surge here in bad weather). Then, maybe a max of 5 to 8 more can anchor out in the little harbor. Well, when Hyperion arrived the wall only had a few of us tied up and I think there were two thirty-something footers anchored out. During the day or so Hyperion were there another one or two that came in and anchored (which brought it to a level that can make it kinda’ tricky for even a normal sized yacht to work it’s way in between the boats at anchor and get out into Hilo Bay).On the morning she left we had had a night or two of wind and surge, but the sun came out and it was calm and sunny. At 155 feet LOA, and maybe 20 feet between Hyperion and wall, her anchor rode had to go out at least half way to the rock breakwater wall in front of us. To leave Radio Bay you have to go out toward the wall, then take a sharp turn to port and go through a narrow little channel out into the main bay. Right about half way between us and the wall, one of those little thirty-something footers was anchored, with what looked like just enough room one her left side for the Hyperion to slip through, but then she’d have to make a practically 90 degree turn into the narrow channel. There was even less room on the starboard side of the anchored sloop, where someone else was anchored.When Hyperion cut loose the dock lines you couldn’t even hear the engine running, but I could see the exhaust puffing. As the anchor chain was being winched in it slowly became evident that Hyperion’s anchor was right under the little sloop that was out in front of us. We were all sort of gnashing our teeth on the pier, and some were, of course, yelling advise and offering critique, but the captain didn’t even look tense. He just let the windlass pull him right up within a few feet of the little sloop, then the anchor popped loose and he calmly reached down and reversed his engines. He backed up back within 30 or 40 feet of the wall again and, looking like a floating 747 amongst what were actually quite good sized yachts in Radio Bay, pulled forward and to his starboard just off my bow, then gracefully maneuvered in between the two yachts swinging on their rodes out in front of me, and made a nice sweeping turn to port and into the channel. I hear she’s pretty fast, too.I wanted to order one that day, but my girlfriend and I talked it over and decided we better pay off our 25 year old Hunter first. Aloha,Morrie