Mike and Ross, during Hurricane Isabel in the Bay
Ok before I get mobbed by the safety police ( I know, I should of not came out in those conditions) I was still a newbie and my first storm, would I do it again for fun? depends on the boat....I was coming from Reedville going to Washington DC. Hurricane Isabel was on its way out, but the waves was still rough once I got out to Smith Point. I never seen Smith Point get pounded so hard. That is when it scared me that it was pretty dangerous to be out. I only had that week to bring home moonshadow so I took a chance. I figured once I make it into the potomac it would be calm (I was right.) Having said that, the mouth of the potomac coming onto the Bay with the currents runnig out. Made the waves break 10-20 high. We did go down once (Mast touched water.) but never capsized. It was fun in a sense and never felt in danger, plus I knew the coast guard is minutes away if we ever called. I have to admit, it was one of my most memorable moments sailing. Of course, I called it fun, once I survived it. I wrote a story about it a couple of years ago,thought I would share it.Discovering Life in MOONSHADOW (adventure in the Chesapeake Bay) It was a beautiful windy day when I first met Moon Shadow. She looked stable, agile, and confident as sheapproached the waypoint mark. Going on a beam reachas the winds were blowing at 15 knots, I observedthat the smoke by the lighthouse had shifted and indicated achange in wind direction. I quickly tacked on a closed reachwith the wind now on my starboard side. It was anastounding sight as her picturesque sails filled wide open asshe flawlessly went at a perfect angle. Although being anunseasoned sailor, I commanded her naturally withprecision as if competing in America's Cup, it seemed natural as if it were a calling. Somehow I knew herseaworthiness was sufficient for the Chesapeake Bay; hence, this was the day she opened my love for the sea and I eventually acquiredher from the owner. My preparations on bringing Moon Shadowhome consisted of spending hours reading nauticalmaps and notes about sailing. Tangier Island was the placewhere I practiced sailing her. Coincidently, this rustic smallfishing island 18 miles off the coast of NorthernNeck Virginia spawned many generations of fishermen andsailors. The idea of being a "captain of my ship" was surrealat first but, for some reason, I knew the three-daypassage from Tangier Island to Washington DC wasgoing to "make me or break me". Calling sick from work to sailwas irresponsible but I felt that it was needed if Iwere to improve my nautical skills in time for the"homecoming". At times, I practiced during badweather to do sea trials and sometimes I just went tovisit her to admire her beauty and her gorgeous classic lines. Finally, I was ready for the journey. Iinvited my father weeks before the trip as I thoughtthis would be a perfect time to bond with him.Looking back in my childhood, I remember fishing with Dad and spending many summers on these same waters but Idreaded those long hours fishing; but somehow I missed the joy of just being in the water with him. The day of the trip, Moon Shadow was inpristine condition. Her sails were re-stitched by North Sails, and her hull repainted with Royal Navy blue.Sea gulls engulfed the air as if to say goodbye to agood friend. My father was excited as I was. He had not seen these parts of the Bay. My being in a boat with him as an adult seemed different. We spoke in a professional way as if we were seamen on a voyage. Going through the checklist, he read: FLASHLIGHT?...Check! MAPS? ...Check!GPS?...Check! VHF?...Check! Everything seemed OK until I turned the VHF on. The news bulletin in the VHF warned of a storm approaching the Chesapeake region. I franticallymapped out wherethe storm was and knew if we stayed 100 miles east from the outer ring and the winds stayedbelow 45 knots, we will be all right. Part of me feltit was a bad omen to go ahead withthis, but I could not wait any longer as my timetable would make me miss more days of work. I was alreadyexhausted from all the waiting and the preparations. Listening to the radio and staring at the dark sky repeatedly, I remember screaming at the top of my lungs as if to scare the raging northeasterly winds away. The newswas very frustrating but my pride told me not to let this change my plans. Disobeying the weather warnings and seamanship regulations, I grabbed the tiller in earnest andgave the docks a farewell push. Determined tofulfill my prediction, I hoisted up the sails while shacklesbanged against the mast. We swiftly channeled thruthe Great Wicomico River; in contrast, the large fishingvessels were heading in. I took notice how onefisherman blew his horn on the boat while pointing to the skyas if to tell us to go back. We waved back andsmiled but quickly listened to any weather changesand looked at our map to double check our calculations.Moon Shadow tilted as the weather started to gobad. The northeasterly winds picked up as we passed Smith Point Light House. Big droplets of rain hithard against our face. I quickly reefed the sails asI watched Smith Point get pounded with massive clashesof waves. I no longer had full control as she laidstagnant to the side. I decided to drop the main saildown and sail with the jib. The raw power of nature numbed myambitions of being a romantic sailor. Father never said a word tome but knew we had to stabilize her if we were going tomake it. I asked Father to tighten his life vest while Itied my VHF radio and flare gun kit on to me. At that pointI did not want to concede defeat, but waves after waveskept blanketing the decks. Soaked to the bone, I clenchedmy fist and laughed in exhaustion. In disbelief, I now realized that I have crossed the threshold of my limits. I did not see another vessel out here daring to challenge this inclement weather. My heart was pounding and my adrenaline was going wild, but the winds kept howling at my sails and the waves kept slamming against the hull. What a fool I was to think this little dingy canhandle such beasts! As we fiercely fought back, we tilted back up,and I realized I could not abandon her. I needed to believe in my ability, and also to trust in MooonShadow to bring us to safety. I handed my dad the tiller and tended the main sails. At that point, I no longer was scared of the elements. In fact I was determined to tame the seas. The raging winds began to whistle as it was making love to the seas. The shackles clanging on top of the mast that used to annoy me now started to beat in rhythmic pulse. I held her tiller as if I were holding her hands. Together, we sailed home to safety. It is hard to describe the feeling of the rite of sea passage, but I know that I took home morethan a seamanship experience. I now can see how a seasoned"Old man of the Sea" can spend countless months alone. It is alot like spending time with your significant other orlearning to father a young child. In spending time with my dadin those three days of adventure, I realized how I have grown. I no longer depended on him to drive us to safety. It was time for me to come home and be a husband to my wife and a father to my kids.