Safe and sound with smiles all around.
So after hours of bashing in to headwinds, acknowledging our own limits, looking at the time limit for the race, the forecast, etc. we decided to turn North and head for the coast of Maine. We trucked towards Bar Harbor, and the Hinckley boat yard, where we were welcomed with open arms, warm showers, and safety. Our spirits are high, even if we are a little disappointed in the result. I am pretty sure that our dissapointment will fade soon. While some of the crew is jumping off here to either continue (via ferry) to Halifax or via plane back to New York, the remainder of the crew will spend the next few days cruising the Maine coast and all of its treasures.
How bad was it?
Pretty gnarly in fact. The winds were on the nose, in other words coming directly from where we wanted to go, and blowing about 20kts. While the boat was capable of sailing in those conditions we were quite slow, and the heel of the boat made the experience quite exhausting. We were sailing under a reefed main, doused mizen, and partially furled (reefed) jib. Speed through the water was about 6kts, but given our angle to Brazil Rock we were only making about 4kts of progress. We were intermittently in sight of several other boats, and looking now that the race tracker, I think we were in it. Had the wind shifted left (North) we probably would have been VERY advantaged. The boats to our South were in a favorable location if the long predicted but never seen S/SW breeze filled. Looking at the buoy report from the area near Brazil Rock - they are still beating in nasty seas.
After we made the decision to turn back, we shifted the boat’s mode into a slower, more comfortable pace. While sailing a beam reach towards Maine we continued under a reefed main, and reefed jib. Larry and I, watch mates, sailed through a series of rainy squalls. One of which had the most amazing lightening. The storm licked the waters around us with blinding bolts of lightening, and the rain came on heavy, but we suffered little as the auto-pilot drove and we huddled under the dodger. Our biggest concern was making the coast before daylight, so we did almost all we could to slow the boat down so that we could raise our harbor in the light. Heavy fogged prevailed, but with the help of GPS, all manner of bells and gongs we slipped into the Hinckley facility in SouthWest Harbour, ME.
Now where?
We notified the Race Committee that we had withdrawn from racing this morning. Now some our folks are flying home, but I think I will stick for another day or two in order to see more of the Maine coast.

I am working on loading some video I shot of the race, the boat, and our decision to return. Look for that in the coming days. In the meanwhile, feel free to call or email - I will be in intermittent touch.
Thank you for watching and listening, and stay tuned for more Gale Force Sailing.
