
"That's Seafeather heading back towards home . . . [muffled] . . . should we poll the . . . [muffled] . . ." Through the whistle of the 30 knot winds, that is what I heard about 2.5 hours after the start of the 2009 Around Long Island Race. I was on the rail, taking a beating with the rest of our crew in 7 foot waves. I was wet, soaked through my foulies and starting to get cold, and I'd be lying if I said my stomach was fine. So when I heard those words I was, frankly, relieved.
From the beginning things were hairy. We fried a battery during the load, and one of our crewmembers got stuck in traffic so we were late leaving the dock. We got pounded progressively worse as we approached the start and we had reports that the weather was going to build all night. When we went to set the main, I slipped on the cabin top and lost the main halyard. That was close to a showstopper because I don't think they would have sent me up the mast in those conditions, but luckily we were able to head into the wind and get the halyard to blow back on to the deck. And yes, I felt like an idiot.
With our late departure, we thought we had missed the start, and considered turning around so that we didn't waste two days sailing for nothing. But I guess we figured we had come as far as we had so we might as well find the starting line. All starts had been delayed, so we were OK, but as we checked in by radio our gun went off, so we were several minutes late, but still in the race.
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