Capt. Will, stress free as always looked up at the boom and
said “that’ll be the outhall”. Fortunately, the reefing lines stopped foot of the
main from flying off. So, with a bit of an issue like a genoa furling line being
too short to reach the winch causing the jib to ‘hourglass’ as we tried to furl
it in 25 knot winds. This then took some clever boat positioning to shadow the
disfigured jib behind the main so we could correct it.. No sooner did we have
it all reset with the first reef in when, like the outhall, the first reefing line
also snapped. Replay! with nightfall fast approaching. I’m quietly thinking…
Cape Hataras, Skeleton Coast…This time we (when I say we... I really mean Will) figured out how to safely get the jib
furled and finally got the second reef in and reinforced, the jib back out and
the boat flying along at 16 to 20 knots in 8 to 10 foot seas just as night
fell. This was just the sort of sailing I needed and had hoped for. I had gained a good idea of the limits and how to avoid
them.
Ahoy there captain! Enjoying my Sunday morning reading the blog!
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