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Lisa , our Captain |
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Gaia II preparing to sail |
After a few rum drinks and watching the movie: Captain Ron,
an idea was hatched that the following days sail would involve Patrick and Andy
sailing Double Diamond and Lisa and Judy on Gaia. Patrick was eager to
experience the Catamaran, and the girls were eager to show some women
power. Gaia is a ketch, a Whitby 42, and
on this day, Lisa was the captain for sure.
We set sail from Black Point and our destination was Sampson Cay, about
a 3 hour sail. We had 15 knots of wind
on a reach, the boat was heeling over nicely and the boat cat, Dobbie Fish, was
purring and enjoying the ride.
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At the same time DD was doing circles around the Gaia, eager
to have some photo opportunities and demonstrate maneuverability. The boys were
having a blast. We were also buddy sailing with two other boats, who were
jumping in on the radio, reminding DD that they were now headed in the wrong
direction and singing… “Slow down, you move too fast” ( 8.5 knots?)
Well, then the wind picked up to around 20 and Gaia decided
to reduce sail power. As we attempted
to haul in the genoa, we noted that it had wrapped around the furling drum,
making it impossible to bring the sail in.
At that time our handheld in the cockpit died. We we had no shortage of
men giving guidance over channel 16, but we could not go below to waste our
time on the radio in the nav station. Lisa jumped into action, giving Judy the helm.
She said, “ just keep it on the white part of the chart, the water, and I’ll be
back.” She was an amazing problem solver and had to bring the jib sheet all the
way up to the bow and begin to unwind the line from the drum and bring it back
to the cockpit. The sail was flailing and the land was approaching. But we persevered. As we approached the
anchorage, we were being hailed on the radio by the yacht behind us, so we
climbed down to the nav station, Roger that!
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We anchored the boat under Lisa's calm directions and then we toasted a truly significant event! |
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