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This past Saturday I went sailing with Chad and John on my boat, "Ode To Joy". A group of us were going sailing on our respective boats: Lenny and Lorn on Ginny D, Gary on his boat Denise and Dana on Perseverance.
Gary was the first to leave and I lost sight of him after he dropped his mooring line. Chad arrived with the shrimp and cocktail sauce so the three of us took off while Lenny who had arrived got his boat ready to leave.
The wind was blowing good, probably about 18-20 knots, so as we were just out for fun, while the mainsail was fully set, we did not unfurl the jib. Then Lenny came out and we kinda putzed around with him for a bit. As we weren't pacing him well and knew we could pass, I let out the jib maybe 2/3 of the way. Then we started to dance, we out ran him and sailed in and out of the Edgewood Yacht Club mooring field. After awhile we noticed that Dana had arrived and it appeared that Lenny & Lorn, Dana and Gary all on 23' Sea Sprites were racing, we shook out the jib. From a mile behind we decided to join.
As we sailed down the bay, we passed Lenny, then were closing on Gary and Dana. Off Colt State Park we were preparing to round a mark and head back up the bay. In the steady wind I knew that we would gain speed and had started to right after rounding the mark. As we closed on Gary, he tacked to port so as to not be passed(Dana had taken the same tack before heading to Rocky Point). We continued to sail forward heading toward Barrington and I decided with the great wind, we were going to sail as close to shore as we could so that when we tacked we could pass north of the Conimicut light and shoot up the river toward home and the end of the race.
Needless to say, we did the right thing. It was apparent that we now had a tremendous lead on them as we sailed past the Conimicut light doing 6-6.5 knots and into the cove just off Conimicut Point.
As we rounded up and headed off on a port tack toward the brick-house (day marker), it was even more clear that we had won the day, and that three Sea Sprites had lost to a lowly Catalina.
As John is recovering from a bout of colon cancer and couldn't launch his own boat this season, we were pleased to have given him such a fine day and whoops and yells were heard from all on Ode To Joy as we continued on our way, heeled over at 20-25 degrees, reaching like a screaming dervish, having the best sail of the year.
Samuel Jennings, "Ode To Joy", '84 Std. Rig, fin keel, #4503
Sounds like a great, fun, day!! Not sure how the saying goes but I think that anytime two boats are on the same tack they are really racing :) I think we all are racers - some just more 'officially' so...
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