return from LA

Returning home not to be greeted by Tucou was a very strange feeling; a sense of a missing piece of our lives. Even after a few days we both keep thinking of him and the small ordinary everyday things of which he was part.

Los Angeles is so much fun. The good weather surely contributes to this. Eccentric people can still be part of the landscape.
Our purpose was to see our children. But the sideshow of humanity certainly made it even more fun.



TUCOU




Today was a difficult day for our family. Tucou, our dog, part of our lives for 23 years. a loyal friend and companion through all the events during every moment of that time had to be put down. Like any blow such as this, it is hard to imagine that we will recover, that time will soften the harsh reality of life.

MY MOTHER-IN-LAW

My mother-in-law, I am a loss for words to adequately express the depth and breadth of my love for her and the love she shined on me. I was accepted unconditionally the day I married her daughter, as if I were her own flesh and blood.

A woman of exceptional charm and grace and intelligence, who defended me even if she felt I was wrong, even when it involved her own daughter and would only tell me later that I ought to apologize. Every conversation I ever had with her is a memory I cherish.


BLOCK ISLAND RACE 2009

With “Snow Lion” not racing this season, Rich DuMoulin invited me to sail aboard “Laura-Ann” his Express 37. One of the smallest boats I have ever sailed. . A very pleasant boat to sail, with tiller steering. The 2009 Block Island Race re-united me with Rich and Chris Reyling with whom I last sailed aboard “Charisma” during the 1972 trans-atlantic race to Spain.

The race started earlier than usual in a SW breeze. We got to the Race at About 10:30pm, the wind died, and we were sucked through backwards, a first. 1BI at 5:30 am; back through the Sluce in an easterly breeze, which held to the finish, for us about 5:30 pm saturday.
We were 1st in class and 2nd overall, losing to the new Titan 2.


DAN CIANCI

Dan Cianci was lost overboard off the coast of New Jersey in November 2004. “Snow Lion” had been donated to the Naval Academy. A crew came to Greenwich, Ct. to pick up the boat and take it to Annapolis. In the early morning hours off New Jersey, Dan went overboard and they were not able to get back to him.

Just writing the story tightens my chest. Dan had been on my watch for the 2003 trans-atlantic race, the fastnet race, 2004 Bermuda race, and all the shorter races in between. We had earned each others trust and friendship.


HITTING WHALES



The Volvo boats are racing from Boston to Galway, Ireland. Ericsson 3 hit a whale. I have raced across the Atlantic 7 times never at the speeds of these boats. I have hit whales twice in those crossings.

In 1971 we had been sailing in thick fog for several days, I will remind you that navigation then was a sun sight, star sight and /or dead reckoning. As we had not seen anything for a while, we were relying on dr which put us more or less 20 miles south of Sable Island. There is a current which sets you north towards the island. It is a graveyard of ships. There are more than 100 wrecks there.
I was in my bunk when we hit the whale. We were running under spinnaker and it was night. I was panicked that we were going aground on the island. We hit him twice, once with the forefoot of the boat and a second time with the keel. Scrambling up the companionway just in time to see the whale pop up astern, losing him in the fog very quickly.
The next encounter was in 2005 aboard “Tempest” the 80 foot S&S design. At dusk this time. I was steering under spinnaker at about 15 knots. Suddenly, it was as if we had hit a sandbar. I hardly had time to look over my shoulder to see him, as conditions were a little squirrelly.
Finally I had a near miss in the 2004 Bermuda race. It was early morning. We were sailing into a hot rising sun. Jack, who was trimming the spinnaker said oh look there’s a whale. I had no idea where it was. When I did see it. I had to decide which end to go around. We were sailing at 10-11 knots with the spinnaker up. I chose to head up going around his head; as the shadow of the spinnaker passed over him it seemed to startle him and he lurched forward, I gasped, he dove straight down and it was over before anyone else noticed.