Hi,we did get off to a less than auspicious start. The night before we left, I was talking with Karen
on the phone. When I finished, I stood up and noticed that it was quite difficult to do so. We had gone aground at anchor!
With the 6 foot tides here, and a little reshifting of Dakare's position in the harbor by the wind, we found ourselves high and dry.
My big concern, other than a bit of embarrassment, was that our rudder would get damaged. Fortunately, it appeared to stay well clear of
the bottom while Dakare heeled more than 20 degrees over. All was rectified in time. I was interesting to see how the tides came in so
fast. There were 3 boats anchored out, Dakare and the 2 German solo sailors. 2 of us got stuck. The surprise on the face of the one German,
seeing his boat high and dry (His boat was not heeling over) after spending another evening carousing about in town was sheer astonishment.
The trip to Gran Canaria was a 75 mile trip and daylight squeaks in about 6 30AM and dies at roughly the same time in the PM. That give a
max of 12 hours to make the trip and at 7 knots I needed 11 hours, leaving only 1 hour of margin for that trip. Sooo, having not slept so
well dealing with the tides issue, Josh and I were up at it a 5AM and weighing anchor at 5 30AM. In the harbor it was calm, thank goodness, but
"Out There," to quote Captain Ron, it was rolly as hell.
To be safe, I took out the main to the second reef and motored until daylight when I took out the Genoa, also only to the 2nd reef point.
With the boat short on sails we moved nicely in the water doing almost 8 knots. I decided to leave the sails like that and re-eval the
situation after a bit. Well that turned out to work just fine as Dakare's speed kept increasing all day long. We averaged about 8.5 knots
for the day and spent the last 2 hours averaging 10.5 knots, hitting a max speed of 11.8 knots. At the end, we had a 1 knot favorable current.
So my concerns about not enough daylight time evaporated and we made landfall earlier than planned, which was good, very good as I needed
to go into the tight harbor of Porto Mogan without any ship-side help, since Josh was on strike, having thrown up 3 times.
The promise of marinaro support over the phone was less than sterling. The only help I got getting myself shoe-horned into my slip was
for the marinaro to hand me the slime line.
The trip was interesting and fast. I was surprised to see Dakare move that fast so short sailed. I was especially glad that I resisted
the temptation to put up more sail because as we approached the island of Gran Canaria, we hit a compression zone where the wind builds up
significantly. We went from 25 knots to 40 knots and with the short sail combination, Dakare handled it beautifully. Of course,
downstairs was a mess. Stuff and puke all over the place but I was able to take care of that in no time whatsoever.
We passed one sailboat on the way to Gran Canaria. I figured that he was a Halburg Rassey sloop about 45 to 51 feet long. He had his
full main up and a severely reefed Genoa. I could see that he was managing OK in the 25 knots of wind. His sail configuration was not
balanced and his erratic behavior in the seas vouched for the unbalanced, overcanvassed sail plan. We passed him like an express freight
train. I wondered how he handled the 40 knots of wind in the compression zone. I did not see any other crew members when we passed so I
assume that he was short handed too. The compression zone would not be the place to shorten sail. The waves were big, choppy and confused.
Now to get ready for Karen's return.
Dan and (Karen) and Josh
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