I first saw her advertised on the net, then it took a year before I was able to see her for real... Started major refit
in December, changed almost everything inside-out including sleeving epoxying and riveting the broken mast
The boat was painted and ready for launch as soon as the ice melted.
She was launched as agreed and for the first time in my life I was on a sailboat.
Started the 4hp pulled out of the marina and set anchor
100ft from shore, it was the start of a amassing experience ...
Spent my first day trying to stop water
ingress from my cockpit
drain valves and tomorrow I will cut my rigging
and stand my mast
up... All was good.
This is going to be my first night at anchor
, a well anticipated night indeed...the wind
picked up and I woken to a sever hobby hors, bucket between legs and some shade of green i was experiencing my first motion sickness symptom, couldn't move the boat and surly can't enter the marina in such condition... First morning light the wind
slowed down enough for me to enter and duck to safety
... A man who saw me bouncing arond last night assured me that once my mast is set up she will settle to a nice steady motion.
So the rigging
was cut and mast erected, the main fitted perfectly on its first reef point and the only jib
was 150% . So off I went on my very first sail ever with no prior experience and clueless about sailing and it's physics.
Oh forgot to mention that I've capsized my dingy (kayak) 100ft from shore and nearly died frozen the prior day...
Anyway hear I am on my way to Lake Huron from little current
... First impression , the boat is way faster then my friends nash26 in every way. Good in light winds and fast in moderate wind she's steady as a train on tracks and I remember thinking then, I won't need an auto pilot with this boat.
Spent my first night at anchor in witwimicong Indian reserve , the boat hobby horses like crazy all night, and no matter how I distributed the load she showed no sing of taming whatsoever , from now on she be called Crazy Horse...
The sail to Lake Huron was intensive and fast but comfortable, until Owen strai where I broached tear the mainsail
and broke tiller... This man was scared stiff and wanted out ASAP, problem there's nowhere to go except back to where I started, the entire coast is rocks and unfriendly . All the way back I hade one thing on my mind, stir the boat to land and jump off, but it proved impossible so I engine
back like a headless chicken to ground zero... Must have. Hit dozen rocks and grounded 3 times at night, I did every mistakes
in the book on my first voyage. Finally got back to little current
and docked between other sailboats, spent the next day watching crazy hors safely tied up alongside other sailboats, she was kicking like a bronco on steroids while the other boats where barely moving ... With tears in my eyes I knew she wasn't for me regardless of the work I've done and my love for design...
Turned my collar to the wind set my eyes on Intensive a grampian26 and 2 days later she was launched and off to Georgian bay...
I've sailed Incentive in just about any conditions a few weeks and never felt in danger
, crossed the bay from Killarney to Club island to Cabot Head
to Lion Head
to Owen Sound to Midland in fog
, rain high winds...
Now that I am back to Montreal with my family
, I can't help thinking of Crazy Horse and wonder... Was it my lack of experience ? Was it the limited choice of sails
? Or a combination of all this? She's sitting at the duck where I've abandoned her waiting for me to decide of her faith... I am sadden to even think she might go back on the hard
and wast away in time to be forgotten again...
Talk to me sailors!