It’s been a crazy couple of weeks here on the Morning Glory home front. We began the mid-summer series of races, and I completed my first regatta as well. THAT was a gnarly race.
I stepped onboard the boat at about 5pm that Friday. As we prepped the boat, hoping to fly the chute, we heard the committee boat radio that they were reading 18kt winds. “I don’t believe that” our skipper said. As we decided on what jib to use, we decided we would motor out of the harbor and onto the lake to get a feel of the wind ourselves. Seconds after leaving the safety of the harbor, it became clear that 18kt winds were indeed accurate. Lake Erie’s waves were swelling to 4+ft. We also decided it wouldn’t be wise to fly our spinnaker, which proved to be the right decision as we saw two boats lose their’s mid race.
We were powering across the lake and our boat bounced off of each swell. It was like an amusement park ride. My adrenaline surged more than it had before during any other race. The regatta was twice the distance of our normal weekly races, but we finished in about the same time. That is how fast we were moving. I drove home completely soaked with cuts and bruises on my legs and a smile on my face. What a night.
During our regular Tuesday night race, I trimmed the jib for the first time. One thing you learn quickly, the key to a good tack is all about the release. Check that off of the skill set list.
Next up, I am off to Newport RI for a week of photographing superyachts at the Candy Store Cup Regatta. Be sure to follow all of the adventure on Instagram/InstaStories! @morninggloryblog