Last weekend I loaded up BlueJ and set off on the first Shackleton Cup race of the fall; a run to Maynards Bar on the far side of the lake for a beer and back. On board was Dan (@cb32863 ), his girlfriend Rachel, Dr. Chet and his wife Jeanne. Jodi was at home not feeling 100%. Chet and Rachel sail but are not experienced. Jeanne has been sailing solidly for a year. The wind was blowing 20-25 knots solid out of the north, so we had a blast reach over. The bar sits at the south end of a bay with about 2 miles of fetch hitting its east-west running finger docks.
Normally I end tie at Maynards, but this day the wind and waves would batter the boat. So I planned to go into the first double-wide slip and tie up on the leeward side. That way the wind would hold the boat off the finger and not pin it to it.
As you might guess, this was going to take some crack timing. I secured a line to the aft cleat, and gave one to Dan to secure to the bow. The plan was that Dan would take the bow line to the finger when I stopped the boat next to it. The trick was the aft one; Chet has arthritis and is not a fast mover. Jeanne is built like a gymnast and probably would have been up to it, but I was not going to find out. So I had double duty.
In we went as the wind tried to blow us down. Dan stepped onto the dock. Just as I was about to stop the boat and move, Dan yelled that the line he was holding became detached (doh!) from the cleat. The boat is sliding sideways across the slip to the other side... not good... so I power into reverse and steer the boat to keep us from hitting.
Now Chet is on the bow with a new line. I line up again, but as we get close I see Dan is standing farther forward on the finger than I wanted, really making my timing difficult. I need way to keep the boat from sliding sideways. Chet gets him the line, but now we sliding sideways, still moving slowly forward, and not attached at the stern.
I need to do the stern line and stop the boat, but only have time for one. Not wanting to do this again, I grab the line and jump the 3 feet gap the the finger, planning on wrapping the line around a pole to halt the forward motion.
A second too late, and the bow hits the front of the slip. Not a big crash, but anytime a 5000 pound object runs into anything there is some noise! Easily my worst docking ever. But no damage. And we are all safe and dry. Time for a beer! Getting out was a lot more calm.
Normally I end tie at Maynards, but this day the wind and waves would batter the boat. So I planned to go into the first double-wide slip and tie up on the leeward side. That way the wind would hold the boat off the finger and not pin it to it.
As you might guess, this was going to take some crack timing. I secured a line to the aft cleat, and gave one to Dan to secure to the bow. The plan was that Dan would take the bow line to the finger when I stopped the boat next to it. The trick was the aft one; Chet has arthritis and is not a fast mover. Jeanne is built like a gymnast and probably would have been up to it, but I was not going to find out. So I had double duty.
In we went as the wind tried to blow us down. Dan stepped onto the dock. Just as I was about to stop the boat and move, Dan yelled that the line he was holding became detached (doh!) from the cleat. The boat is sliding sideways across the slip to the other side... not good... so I power into reverse and steer the boat to keep us from hitting.
Now Chet is on the bow with a new line. I line up again, but as we get close I see Dan is standing farther forward on the finger than I wanted, really making my timing difficult. I need way to keep the boat from sliding sideways. Chet gets him the line, but now we sliding sideways, still moving slowly forward, and not attached at the stern.
I need to do the stern line and stop the boat, but only have time for one. Not wanting to do this again, I grab the line and jump the 3 feet gap the the finger, planning on wrapping the line around a pole to halt the forward motion.
A second too late, and the bow hits the front of the slip. Not a big crash, but anytime a 5000 pound object runs into anything there is some noise! Easily my worst docking ever. But no damage. And we are all safe and dry. Time for a beer! Getting out was a lot more calm.
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