Monday, August 25, 2008

Swimming with Whales



From a sailor in the south Pacific:
The southern humpback whale lies suspended vertically near the surface just metres away from me, its ghostly white underside silhouetted against the deep blue of the Pacific Ocean. The giant mammal is nearly 16 metres (50 feet) long and weighs around 3.5 tonnes, but a gentle flick of its huge tail is enough to propel it gracefully back into the deep, leaving me bobbing on the surface.

My first experience of swimming with whales in waters off the northern Tongan island of Vava'u lasts only several minutes. Although a pair of adult humpbacks are still around, I want to sit somewhere quiet on the boat for a few minutes to store the astonishing encounter in my mind. Some whale watching companies do not allow their clients to swim with whales and believe the practice should be banned. - .. .
Later, I slip back into the water, a minnow next to the gentle giant that glides past me within 10 metres, its eye meeting mine with momentary curiosity.

Despite their massive size, the humpbacks move with languid grace. While we are vulnerable to their power, they appear relaxed in our presence, showing neither fear nor aggression. The curious giants lolled around our boat for at least 90 minutes in an unusually long encounter that thrills two BBC natural history cameramen on board.

'Watch the tail! Watch the tail!' skipper Allan Bowe yells as one swimmer drifts too close to the whale's massive tail. Later he says whales appear to be careful to avoid hurting swimmers.


'They know you’re there, they’re looking at you.' - .. .
'They know you're there, they're looking at you. If they wanted to hurt you, if they smacked that tail on you, you're gone, you're dead,' he says, adding none of his clients have been injured.

Tonga is one of a few countries in the world where it is possible to swim with whales. Others countries include the nearby South Pacific state of Niue and the Dominican Republic in the Caribbean.

Each year, southern humpback whales migrate thousands of kilometres from their summer feeding grounds in Antarctic waters to the tropics, where they mate, and the females return to give birth about 11 months later. Bowe estimates about 200 whales gather in the waters around lush Vava'u and 60 smaller islands nearby.

'Watch the tail! Watch the tail!' - .. .
The massive humpbacks, making a comeback from near extinction before a worldwide commercial hunting moratorium introduced in 1982, usually arrive in Vava'u in late July and leave about three months later.

Some argue swimming with whales is disruptive, particularly for mothers with calves, but Bowe disagrees.

'What I find annoying and frustrating is the arguments coming from people overseas, they haven't been here and been in with the whales,' he says.

'It's not in our interest to harass the animals, they are our livelihood.'

Bowe, a former fisherman and charter boat owner in his native New Zealand, pioneered swimming with whales after impetuously jumping in the water with a pair soon after he arrived in Vava'u in 1992.

'I found I couldn't tell people about it when I got out of the water.'

'Their beauty, their gracefulness, the lack of fear in something we've nearly hunted to extinction.

'There's just something there that I connected with and I've never found it anywhere else.'

Idyllic Sailing waterways of Tonga - the whales are just a bonus - .. .
Bowe started his Whale Watch Vava'u business in 1993 and others quickly followed in offering swimming with whales trips.

The Tongan government has since set a limit of 13 operators, each allowed only two boats, along with rules aimed at preventing harassment of the whales.

Another whale watching company, Whale Discoveries, run by Canadians Doug and Sharon Spence, do not allow their clients to swim with whales and believe the practice should be banned.

The couple, who first came to Vava'u 18 years ago, say they worry about the well-being of the animals and of the swimmers.

'Some have quite a close encounter and we have no doubt it's a fantastic experience and for many a very emotional experience,' says Sharon Spence.

'It could be argued that if you offer that kind of experience to the general public, then you're creating a passion for the whales that could ultimately save the whales.'

But they say some 'cowboy' operators -- and they exclude Bowe from that category -- flout the rules, stressing the whales.

They also worry about the risk of swimmers being attacked by tiger sharks.

A young US Peace Corps volunteer was killed two years ago by a tiger shark in the sea off Vava'u, although she was not swimming with whales.

Another man was seriously injured by a tiger shark six years ago while swimming with whales, prompting the government to ban swimming with whales for about two months.

Bruno Toke, head of the Tongan Visitor's Bureau in Vava'u, says he is worried about the possibility of another shark attack.

'I fear if that happens again, the government might stop it completely.'

If swimming with whales was banned, whale watching in Tonga would lose its near unique status and visitor numbers would fall, he says.

'That you can swim with the whales here is very, very important for tourism. I've done it once, it's just an awesome experience.'

As well as the 1,400 who come by yacht to Vava'u each year, another 8,000 come as normal tourists, and swimming with whales is the prime attraction in the pristine waters, ahead of diving, sailing and fishing.

So Amazing

For Your Monday Morning



Corentin Douguet (E. Leclerc / Bouygues Telecom) – first words from the winner of a 560 mile leg of the 2007 Figaro Race in France:
“You must not this [sic] kind of thing too often; it is not good for your health! I have aged at least 10 years. It was too much…hours and hours of upwind in 40 knots, its pure hell. These boats are only little and the sea was truly awful. It was painful and at one point I nearly gave up. I had been there for hours and went below deck to check on the charts…have a look and see I was exactly half way between the home and the finish, only that heading home would have been downwind and hesitated at one point because it was so tough. I never thought that all my fellow competitors would leave me to work alone. When I heard that I was in 33rd place on this mornings poling, I even told myself that fine, they had all tacked before me so felt confident. I said to myself that maybe there is a chance here. On the next position report I was 18th and then on the last one I was second behind Bostik. It was incredible when I thought I could do it.

I was with Gildas (Le Comptoir Immobilier) and then Mich’ (Foncia) in the same place. I must have continued west for a couple of hours. It is just incredible because that happens because Michel Desjoyeaux does not make mistakes.

I had been checking the weather charts since the start to try and work out when the wind shift would come in. It was important to use that to work out when to tack. We had everything on this leg and particularly on the long stint in the windy conditions. It was not so much the 40 knots of wind, but the violent sea state. I tied the lifeline round my waist as a belt and clipped on to stop me from being thrown off whilst helming. When you are tired you fall asleep and if a wave crashes over the boat you can get washed out the cockpit.

At one point I told myself to just forget about the race, just sail safely. It really is that: sailing as a good sailor and not get worked up about pure performance because in those conditions it was no longer possible".

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Beach Bash


Today is the last big event of our summer season. The company I own (Too Much Fun Club), puts on large events for companies in the Silicon Valley. Today's event is for a long time customer (and sailor) on the beach near the world famous surf break Mavericks in Half Moon Bay! 500 folks will be there and we will have some great food, fun and hopefully some sun. It's pretty cool to get paid to go to the beach!

Sailor Survives 13 Hours of Treading Water

For Jim Nelson, Sunday started as a normal day on Green Bay, part of Lake Michigan, one of the Great Lakes of North America.

'I just wanted to do a little sailing. I've been a sailor a long time,' the 56-year-old Wisconsin man said.

Nelson's dramatic survival has made headlines after he treaded water on the bay without a life preserver for almost 13 hours while he waited for rescue.

His sailing trip lasted about four hours, when Nelson stopped to head back to the dock. He failed to lock his boom in place, and it swung around, knocking him into the water near Long Tail Point.

'I surfaced, and I was looking around for my boat, and the motor was running and the sail was up, and there was the boat going off to the southeast,' Nelson recalled, 'and I thought, ah man, not gonna be a good day.'

It was 2 P.M. when Nelson started swimming toward the eastern shore of the bay. He fought the current for a while, then alternated between floating, swimming, and treading water.

'I'd swim a little bit and then I'd rest. I'd do a dead man's float, you know, where you lay on your back and just let your limbs... but obviously that's not a very good way to make progress towards land.'

A search wouldn't begin for another five hours, until Nelson's boat was discovered adrift about the same time his wife called authorities to report her husband hadn't returned home.

It was almost seven hours after that -- after 2 o'clock Monday morning -- that Nelson would be spotted by a Coast Guard helicopter about four miles north of the mouth of the Fox River.

'I was getting the waves over my legs, and they were crashing down on my chest, and then the water coming up to my face, so I must've swallowed 50 gallons of bay water. Yuck,' he said.

When night came, the only light Nelson had was from the moon and a buoy.

'It was flashing the green light, and I knew that if I could make it that far, even though the rescuers may have given up, I could hang on to it and wait for first light, because I know they would get back out.'

But help came before that.

'I stopped and I looked, and here the helicopter was coming back towards me real slow, so I started treading water to keep my head above water, and I'm waving my arms frantically, and the pilot turned his light on and flicked it a couple of times to let me know that he saw me.'

Minutes later, a diver was in the water to help lift Nelson into the helicopter.

'I will probably never feel anything like that in my life. It was just such a relief, and knowing that they weren't going to find me in another type of condition, because that probably was a very real thing.'

'Two rules that will be in effect from now on is: number one, wear a life jacket; number two, never sail alone.'

While he talks like he's taking this in stride, Nelson says after this experience life is a little different.

'I learned a lot about myself, too. Inner strength, faith, and probably the knowledge now that I have to appreciate what's around me.'

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Hurricane Kiter (or: Why I Will Never Kitesurf)

For this post I had pulled a vid from Youtube but they yanked it. This link will take to the vid. Be sure to click on the blue "enlarge" button on the top left of the video.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Amazing!!


Found it on Mr. Boat Blog

Baja Ha Ha 2008


This October 26th marks the 15th edition of the Baja Haha. This is a 750 mile cruiser rally from San Diego to Cabo San Lucas at the southern tip of Baja California. Last year there were 150 or so boats and about 500 folks enjoying the beatiful Pacific Ocean along the Mexican coast. There are two stops along the way, one in Turtle Bay, and another in Bahia Santa Maria. The last leg is a 36 hour hop to Cabo. It takes about 12 days to complete the journey and from what I have read to is the trip of a lifetime for many folks. The big news is, I plan to sail it this year! Not on my boat, but on someone else's. Who's boat you might ask? Well the way this works is there will be a crew party in early September and all the boat owners and potential crew members get together and the folks looking to get on a boat try to sell themselves to the boat owners and help them sail their boats down the coast. There is certainly a chance I will not get on a boat, but with my 25 years of sailing the bay, owning a boat on the bay for 8 years and my passion for all things sailing, I think my chances are good. As a matter of fact, maybe some of my readers are going and need a hand! Please contact me and let's talk! Please contact me at fungod@gmail.com

Off to the Delta!


A few of my partners sailed the 40 or so miles up to the Delta this weekend. Our boat, Addiction, will be in the warm waters of the San Joaquin for the next month or so. My friend Tex and I depart this morning for a few day stay up there. I have a very busy week ahead with several events (I am an event planner in my real life) and lots of stuff going on. My wife, Bridget, turns 50 today and we get a Golden Retriever puppy next Monday. It's gonna be crazy fun for the next several weeks so I will post when I can! Here is a picture of a chart that shows about where we will be. One of our favorite areas up there is Potato Slough.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Night Sail


One of my favorite sails on the bay is a night sail. I was in the channel as the sun went over the mountains. The wind was in the 20's and I wanted a mellow sail so I partially unfurled the jib and took off at 5 knots. Took a few tacks to get out to the central bay but soon I was beyond the Berkeley Pier and cruising. The bay was very quiet and only a boat or two in the area. With clear skies and fog near the Gate, the half moon light was shimmering down along the water. What a beautiful night to be on the bay and celebrate this summer night. I continued on for about 3 hours and then headed in to the slip. I slept onboard that night. In the past, I have had trouble sleeping on the boat because the cushions are all from 1981 and they don't do it for me. My wife gave me an old feather bed to put over the top and now I sleep like a dream. I was to meet a friend at 10am for a sail so I had a few hours to myself in the morning. That gave me a chance to get the boat ready for a month long trip to the delta. We will head up this weekend to a slip up at Bruno's Island until mid September. We plan to head up when we can and sail, swim and relax in the warm, fresh water of the San Joaquin. I downloaded all the charts I need to my iPhone and with the new navigation program I downloaded from the App Store, I should be in fine shape as far as knowing where I am in the 1500 miles of waterway up there. I am sure I will have some great stories to tell!

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

iPhone GPS App for Mariners


I have been considering buying a handheld GPS for the last couple months and have been looking at several models. Yesterday, I spotted a new app for the iPhone. It's called GPSNavX and is by a company that has several other nav programs for Macs. It can do many of the same things a regular GPS unit can do and gives you access to free charts for your area or the world. It's not cheap at $50 but beats paying $500 for a Garmin. I will be downloading it and checking it out when we travel to the delta and a mapping GPS unit is the only way to go! Check the site here.

Friday, August 08, 2008

Tow In

Sailing San Fran


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Someone asked me what its like to sail on the bay. In the summer, its cold and very windy. Remember that famous Twain quote? "The coldest winter I ever spent was the summer in San Fran". It's very true. The wind blows 20-35 most of the time. When we sail in the summer, long pants and layers are the norm. With a backdrop of mountains, the Golden Gate Bridge, the city skyline and throw in some famous islands (Alcatraz and Angel) and you have got one of the most beautiful sailing venues in the world. The fog thundering down the hills above Sausalito is fantastic. Sailing thru the "slot" as the winds approach 40 knots. Having lunch and resting peacefully at anchor in the lee of Angel Island (and swimming in 64 degree water). Many people don't realize that before this area was covered with ocean and bay, the mighty Sacramento River flowed out the gate and created this majestic topography. With a very cold ocean and a very hot inland valley, the wind sucks thru the gate with amazing force. If you don't know what you are doing, you can get in trouble quickly. An just outside the gate, it can get tricky with areas like the Potato Patch and currents running at 6 knots in very large seas. The Pacific in our area has been known for it's treacherous waters since the first Spanish explorers discovered the bay in 1775. Juan de Ayala was the first known sailor to find the bay. Apparently, explorers sailed right by the entrance for 100 years before Juan took a turn inside the bay. If you have never sailed the bay, do yourself a favor and try it!! But be sure to have a good boat and someone who knows what they are doing!

Free Mags Online


Here's a neat trick. You may have found Zinio, a website that allows to view magazines online for a fee. If your an iPhone user, you can view them for free. Let's just say you haven't made the leap to an iPhone yet, but you still want to read great mags for free. You can change your browser into an iPhone browser and now have free access. Here's how. Now go to http://www.zinio.com/iphone and check out mags like Macworld, Playboy (for the articles, right?), Outside and many more!

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Boat Hits Reef in Paradise

The loss of one's yacht on a remote reef is the stuff of nightmares for most sailors. Yet somewhere in the world on most days of the year, there is a boat lost. Sometimes the stories have good endings, sometimes they end in mysteries, always they are harrowing. This is the story of the loss of the yacht Elsewhere when her steering failed at a critical moment, and the luck that followed them to bring them safely home.

The hull's violent 'Bang!' 'Bang!' against the unforgiving reef sounded like gunshots. Tyler Johnston, 12, wanted off the sailboat. Now. The boy ran below deck to his berth and quickly stuffed his belongings into a plastic bag.

Minutes later, he and his grandparents, Matt and Judy Johnston of Antioch, sat in an inflatable raft in the South Pacific 5,000 miles from home watching the wind and surf slam their sailboat into a reef. 'The banging, it was pain to my ears,' Tyler said in the safety of his grandparents' Antioch kitchen.

The shipwreck began the Johnstons' harrowing seafaring tale, a saga of rescue by an exiled Russian media mogul, a night in luxury aboard a mega-yacht, and an arduous trip to port on a creaky freight vessel. 'We finally persuade Tyler's parents to let him come sailing with us, and look what happens,' said Judy, shaking her head in disbelief.

Matt and Judy Johnston, 64 and 63, successfully sailed the 38-foot Elsewhere thousands of miles across the Pacific Ocean in the past decade, logging stops from Mexico to Ecuador to Bora Bora to Tahiti.

Their cruising days are over for now. Read on.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Surf Japan

For the Tillerman - Vintage Lasers

Manta Ray


These creatures are amazing. I was scuba diving in Tahiti in a place called Manta Alley. These guys eat only plankton and the water was so heavy with plankton that it was cloudy. Anyway, we dove down into a valley and swam thru but saw no mantas. We were waiting for the next dive and decided to snorkel near the boat. Low an behold, 6 mantas appear with 10-12 foot wingspans and fly out of the clouds of plankton in perfect formation and all following the leader. It was almost as if they had been trained by the Blue Angels Air Force Stunt Team. The did 360's, barrel rolls, figure eights and a whole lot more. It was a beautiful, magical site to witness and one I will never forget.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Roz Rowing to Hawaii


Day 64: You've Come A Long Way, Baby
This is what my weatherguy wrote to me in his daily email yesterday, comparing where I am now to my wiggly meander down the coast of California and Mexico. I only wish I could see it myself on my chartplotter (not working) or on Marinetrack (not accessible from the boat) so I could appreciate the progress for myself.

But it also got me thinking about some major progress of a different kind. If you'd have told me ten years ago that I'd have rowed the Atlantic and be part way across the Pacific, I'd have told you that you were crazy. I was 30 years old, just another office worker, unmotivated, lacking in self-esteem, with no sense of drive or purpose. There was a faint feeling that there was something missing. I just wasn't that kind of a person to undertake what could be a dangerous expedition. Only brave and adventurous people did that kind of thing.

And although there have been a few moments of "life vertigo" along the way, when I suddenly look down and wonder how my life got to be this way, generally the progress has been without terror or stress - in fact, as my life has become more in tune with my core values, my stress levels have decreased.

Most of the changes have been incremental, each one providing a stepping stone to the next. And it's amazing just how much you can achieve, how far you can travel, how much you can change your life, when you take it in baby steps.

One stroke at a time!

Other stuff:

Position at 2130 27th July Pacific Time, 0430 28th July UTC: 24 17.170'N, 137 46.659'W.

Conditions today have been rough, but otherwise not bad at all. Lots of sunshine early in the day, but with enough clouds passing over from time to time to stop me getting too hot in my waterproof jacket - my guard against saltwater and sun. The wind has been brisk and from the NE, so it's all good!

Thanks for the nice comments about my progress and course. It's nice to know you're keeping an eye on me, and that my efforts at the oars are recognized. It's a tough stage at the moment - so many days at sea, but so many still to go - the encouraging comments are most welcome. In common with most people, I appreciate being appreciated!

A message for Sarah Outen: yup, do what you need to the oars. We'll sort out the finances when we meet over that G&T. OS sleeping bag superb. Have removed one of the layers of fleece as I've headed south into (marginally) warmer climes. Metabolic Conditioning sounds daunting - you can do 100 pull ups?! Flippin' heck!!

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Fossett Faked His Own Death?

Fossett, a friend of Virgin boss Richard Branson, and the first man to fly non-stop round the earth in a hot air balloon, went missing last September when his final flight in a light plane over the Nevada desert went missing.

However, Lieutenant Colonel Cynthia Ryan of the US Civil Air Patrol has said Fossett, whose body or plane was never found, could still be alive.

She said: "I've been doing this search and rescue for 14 years. Fossett should have been found.

"It's not like we didn't have our eyes open. We found six other planes while we were looking for him. We're pretty good at what we do."

Fossett's disappearance sparked the biggest search in American history, with the Civil Air Patrol's Black Hawks, fitted with infra-red technology, joined by over 30 private planes and internet experts scanning the Nevada desert looking for clues.

Lt Col Ryan believes Fossett may have faked his own death due to personal problems or fears about his business dealings.

There are also a number of anomalies that question whether Fossett's plane ever crashed.

Only one witness, a pilot at hotel magnate Barron Hilton's flying ranch near Reno, claims to have seen him take off that day.

That witness claims Fossett asked him to prepare the plane for take off, even though he had never allowed anyone else to do this before.

Fossett also apparently claimed he was going to scout for locations for a land speed record attempt, but he supposedly took off with no emergency equipment.

The choice of plane was also a baffling one - a Bellanca Citabria Super Decathlon, which, according to risk assessor Robert Davis said was constructed from a steel and wood frame, but actually covered in fabric, making it easy to dismantle. Read more.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Cool App on iPhone


My wife upgraded to the 3g iPhone last week and gave me her old 2g phone. I didn't think I needed a smart phone until I got one. Wow! It's amazing all the great things this device can do. So I went to the App Store and downloaded a few free apps. The app that really impressed me was Remote. It turns your iPhone into a remote for your Apple TV and iTunes on your computer. I never liked the fact that I had to turn on my TV to listen to music with the Apple TV. With Remote, all your playlists and music are available instantly on your iPhone through your WIFI network! Not only that, you get all the artwork as well. Now that I have gotten into it, I have also discovered Remote Buddy which is even a more powerful remote tool with the same idea as Remote. If you have an iPhone and love music, you should give this a try. It's free!

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Pic of the Day

Summertime!


We are deep in July. How is your summer going so far?? Are you sailing, swimming, surfing enough? If not, it's time to turn on the fun and enjoy. I have an epic adventure planned for today. I am meeting some great friends for a sail out of SF for a trip under the Golden Gate Bridge. We will then head back and have a tailgate party on the boat and get ready to head into the Giants game. Then we will sail home after the game. Should be a ton of fun and great to get on the bay with some friends that I have known for over 20 years! Can't wait! Also on Wednesday we have the Tall Ships arriving for a stay thru the weekend in SF. Parade on Wednesday and then they will be scattered around the city for tours and sails. Check'em out!

Friday, July 18, 2008

Catch a Shooting Star


Anyone gazing at the summer night sky for even a short length of time is likely to spot a few "shooting stars" darting across the sky.

Meteors are typically bits of material left behind by comets. They're often no larger than sand grains, and they vaporize as they enter our atmosphere. In general, the Earth encounters richer meteoric activity during the second half of the year. Between August 3 and 15, there are a half-dozen different minor displays that are active.

The best display of the summer comes during the second week of August: the annual Perseid meteor shower. At its peak around the nights of Aug. 11 and 12, this display can produce 50 to 100 fast, bright meteors per hour.

This will be a fair-to-good year to watch for the Perseids. A bright gibbous moon, which initially will interfere with observations, will set at around 1:30 a.m., leaving the rest of the night dark for prospective meteor watchers. The only equipment you'll need is your eyes and a modest amount of patience.

Early morning is best

The main trick is to plan your meteor-watching for the pre-dawn hours. Not only will the moon have set, leaving skies darker, but there are simply more meteors then. This is due to the fact that during the pre-midnight hours we are on the "trailing" side of the Earth, due to our orbital motion through space. So any meteoric particle generally must have an orbital velocity greater than that of the Earth to "catch" us.

However, after midnight when we are turned onto the Earth's "leading" side, any particle that lies along the Earth's orbital path will enter our atmosphere as a meteor.

These objects collide with our atmosphere at speeds of 7 to 45 miles (11 to 72 km) per second, their energy of motion rapidly dissipates in the form of heat, light, and ionization, creating short-lived streaks of light popularly referred to as "shooting stars."

The very first forerunners of the Perseid shower began to appear around July 17. Unfortunately, that virtually coincides with a full moon, but even without any interfering moonlight you would only see a few per hour at best.

The numbers will begin to noticeably ramp up during the second week of August. The last Perseid stragglers may still be noted as late as Aug. 24.

To go along with the Perseids, however, there are at least ten other minor meteor displays that are active at various times during July and August. While the hourly rates from these other meteor streams are but a fraction of the numbers produced by the Perseids, combined, overall they provide a wide variety of meteors of differing colors, speeds and trajectories.

Among these are the Southern Delta Aquarids, which reach their peak around July 28 and can produce faint, medium speed meteors; the Alpha Capricornids, which arrive at their maximum a couple of nights later on July 30 and are described as slow, bright, long trailed meteors and the Kappa Cygnids, peaking near Aug. 17 and have been classified as "slow moving and sometimes brilliant."

Earlier this year, Peter Jenniskens of the SETI Institute announced he had identified the probable breakup of a comet from several thousand years ago that may be responsible for the Kappa Cygnids; the asteroid 2008 ED69 may be a fragment from that breakup.

As meager as the individual hourly rates are with the minor displays running from mid-July through the third week of August, collectively they become strikingly augmented with the annual August Perseids. British observational meteor astronomer, Alastair McBeath comments that August is Perseid month, with " ... rising sporadic meteor rates, mild weather overnight, several other minor showers on show and it's vacation time. With the Perseids partly moon-free, all we need are clear skies!"

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Pics of the Day

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Movie Trailer - Morning Light


Roy Disney gives a high speed sled to a handful of inexperienced kids in a historic race from LA to Kauai called the Transpac and makes a film about it. Fifteen young sailors…six months of intense training…one chance at the brass ring. This exciting True-Life documentary tells the inspiring story of a group of intrepid and determined young men and women, on the cusp of adulthood, as they embark on life’s first great adventure. Racing a high-performance 52-foot sloop in the TRANSPAC, the most revered of open-ocean sailing competitions, the crew of “Morning Light” matches wits and skills in a dramatic 2300 mile showdown against top professionals. From their earliest training sessions in Hawaii conducted by world-class teachers through their test of endurance on the high seas, they form an unbreakable bond in the process of becoming a singular team that is greater than the sum of its parts. Directed and edited by two of the key filmmakers responsible for the acclaimed 2004 surfing documentary, “Riding Giants,” and the recent rock documentary “Amazing Journey: The Story of the Who,” “Morning Light” will appeal to the sense of adventure in everyone. Watch the trailer here.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Mystery of the Kaz II


Its engine was still running, a laptop computer was found switched on, the men's clothing was found in neat piles on the rear deck and the sail was shredded.

The inquest into the mysterious disappearance and suspected deaths last year of three men from the catamaran Kaz II while it continued to drift off the eastern Australian coast has been announced to begin in August.

The three crew were missing from the Kaz II when it was spotted off the eastern Australian coast by a Coastwatch aircraft, drifting about 80 nautical miles north east of Townsville in North Queensland in April last year.

A wide search was initiated by the coastguard and aircraft, but no sign of the men was ever found.

It is thought that the three friends, who were on their way back to Western Australia, disappeared only hours after they left the popular holiday port of Airlie Beach on the Whitsundays coast on April 15. Then the boat sailed on unmanned for three days, being observed by passing fishermen, before the alarm was raised by the Coastwatch aircraft.

Many theories have been canvassed as to how the three went missing, from the tragic to the fantastic - from going for a swim together and not being able to get back on board; pushing the vessel off a sand bank only to have it sail away; escaping Australia illegally on another waiting vessel; or the possibility that they suffered foul play by persons unknown.

However there are unexplained mysteries, even about the time of their disappearance. After the search was called off, it was discovered that a Volunteer Marine Rescue radio operator had had radio contact with the Kaz II between 6pm and 7pm on April 15, hours after they were supposed to have disappeared.

State Coroner Michael Barnes will examine where and how the men went overboard, the circumstances surrounding their disappearance, whether they are dead and whether the search for the missing men was adequate.

With the amount of evidence available, however, the liklihood of any answers that would satisfy family members is unlikely.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

For the Music Lovers

Here is a great list of free music sites that will stream music to your computer. Or if you like create a mix and share it like I did on Finetune on the right side of this page. It's fun to tell your friends you have your own radio station on the web. And this is the easiest way to do it. Make one and then embed it on your own site. It's free and easy. Many of the sites you have heard of like Pandora or LastFM. But many you will discover for the first time. Enjoy the music!

Solo Sailor

I am more than half way thru this great book. Here is some info on this must read for all sailors.

1898: Joshua Slocum completes a solo voyage lasting nearly three years, becoming the first sailor to circumnavigate alone.

Slocum, born within sight of Nova Scotia's Bay of Fundy in 1844, ran away from home at 14 and signed on a fishing schooner as cabin boy to begin a lifetime at sea. He later crossed the Atlantic and became an ordinary seaman on the Tangier, a British merchantman. By 18, he had received his papers from the Board of Trade qualifying him as a second mate.

Landing in California, Slocum received his first command there and spent 13 years sailing out of San Francisco, taking square-rigged ships to Japan, China, Australia and the Spice Islands (the Moluccas of present-day Indonesia), as well as engaging in the coast-wise lumber trade.

Several ships, two wives and two sons later -- his first wife died in Argentina -- Joshua Slocum found himself back on the East Coast, in possession of a rotting old oyster sloop called the Spray. He would make history with this boat.

He spent the next few years restoring the Spray and rigging her for solo sailing. In 1895, at age 51, Slocum set out to be the first sailor ever to make a solo circumnavigation. The 37-foot Spray left Boston in April 1895 with her original sloop rig, but difficulties in the Strait of Magellan would cause Slocum to re-rig her as a yawl for the remainder of the voyage.

One peculiarity of Slocum's sailing was his decision to eschew the chronometer -- in favor of using a sextant and the ancient method of dead reckoning -- for fixing his longitudinal position at sea.

It was an eventful passage. Chased by pirates, feted by island kings and almost drowned a couple of times in storms, Slocum sailed 46,000 miles, staying for weeks and sometimes months at various stops along the way. His longest time at sea without making landfall was 72 days in the Pacific.

In addition to his seafaring skill, Slocum was an accomplished writer. His account of the voyage, Sailing Alone Around the World, is considered a classic of adventure literature. He begins his story thus:
I had resolved on a voyage around the world, and as the wind on the morning of April 24, 1895, was fair, at noon I weighed anchor, set sail and filled away from Boston, where the Spray had been moored snugly all winter. The 12 o'clock whistles were blowing just as the sloop shot ahead under full sail.

A short board was made up the harbor on the port tack, then coming about she stood to seaward, with her boom well off to port, and swung past the ferries with lively heels. A photographer on the outer pier of East Boston got a picture of her as she swept by, her flag at the peak throwing her folds clear.

A thrilling pulse beat high in me. My step was light on deck in the crisp air. I felt there could be no turning back, and that I was engaging in an adventure the meaning of which I thoroughly understood.
Kind of makes you want to dump your stupid computer and run off to sea, doesn't it?

Sailing Alone earned Slocum a lot of money, enabling him to buy his first home on land -- though characteristically offshore -- in Martha's Vineyard in 1902.

Although sales of the book remained brisk during the first several years of the 20th century, they were waning by 1908. Slocum was suddenly hurting for money and decided to sail south this time, to the Orinoco River in Venezuela, with the idea of gathering material for another book. Luck was not with him on this voyage, however, and the Spray, while still seaworthy, was not what she had been a decade earlier.

Slocum set sail for the West Indies in November 1909 and was never heard from again. He wasn't declared officially dead until 1924.

A World War II Liberty ship, SS Joshua Slocum, was named for the doughty mariner.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

New First Mate!!


My first first mate, Sierra passed back in April after 16 years and a wonderful life of sailing and companionship. He was a very special dog and he will be in our hearts forever. My next first mate, Kona, was born on July 4th in Petaluma, CA. We will pick him up in September. He is part of the Foxfire family and his line and pedigree are strong with his father and mother being champion show dogs. Can't wait to start his sailing career!!!

Bay Area Wind Speeds

I mentioned last month that winds on the bay are increasing and got several responses on the Yahoo email group "San Francisco Sailing". Most agreed with my theory that wind speed have been on the rise these last several years. I even received a email from a hang glider group that is seeing an increase in wind speeds where they fly in and around the bay area. Here is further proof that we are seeing some extremely high gusts (39 knots at 6:09pm. That's 45mph!!!) on the bay on any given day in the summer. This is taken from a wind sensor on Angel Island near the middle of the bay. Maybe I should tuck in two reefs before I go out!!

From the Archives

From August, 2005

It was the end of the voyage of a lifetime for William Cameron Peterson, alone on a sailboat out in the far Pacific a dark night earlier this month, homeward bound for San Francisco.

Peterson heard a crash, "like the shot of a cannon, like a crack of thunder,'' he said. The bowsprit of his boat had failed, and the stays that held the 60-foot-tall mainmast let go. The mast fell, and suddenly his boat, with everything he owned aboard, was crippled, wallowing in the sea, out of control.

"You figure, 'This is it. This is the end of my life,' " he said. The wrecked mast was smashing on the deck, the standing and the running rigging was a tangle of lines and wires, and parts of the gear were smashing into the hull.

The boat was 40 feet long and 46 years old, a wooden vessel rigged as a ketch, with a big main mast and a smaller one aft. Peterson had sailed aboard the boat, which was named Kamera, on a voyage that had taken almost nine years. And now, he thought, the voyage was about to kill him.

Peterson, who is staying at his sister's house in Santa Rosa, leans forward to tell of his long adventure. He is a lean man, 5 feet, 4 inches tall, with pale blue eyes, a beard going gray and a ponytail. He is 56 years old, a grandfather, who grew up a country kid from Sonoma County and learned to love the sea. He has been sailing for 25 years, off and on.

This trip was the dream of his life -- "something I always wanted to do, to sail around the world in my own boat," he said.

He sailed from Petaluma, down the little Petaluma River and San Pablo Bay, clearing the Golden Gate on Nov. 1, 1996. He turned left and sailed down the long California coast to Mexico, then set a course for the islands of the Pacific: the Marquesas, the Tuamotus, the islands west to the far horizons of the world. He stopped when he wanted, sometimes for months. He took jobs -- honest work, he said, to pay expenses. The years went by.

Now it was June 10, 2005, a Friday. Homeward bound, two weeks to go. He was at 28 degrees north latitude, 131 degrees west longitude, 800 miles south and west of San Diego. He was sailing west by north, a long reach from Panama, beating to windward. Once he got to San Francisco, he planned to head east for the Golden Gate, a voyage plan that looked "like a hook,'' he said. The route of the clipper ships, he called it.

Peterson was in the wheelhouse when the bowsprit failed. He figured the starboard whisker stay, which holds the bowsprit to the hull, had broken, setting off a chain reaction, and the pretty white boat was a ruin and probably doomed.

He knew he had to clear away the tangle. The engine would not start, and he had to go out on the deck with an ax, a knife and a flashlight in his teeth. Time had stopped for him, he said.

"There was no such thing as time," he said. "It had ceased to exist.

"I knew that if I went out there on deck, I could die; I could fall overboard. The mast was banging around, 60 feet of metal. It could break my bones. I could get tangled in the rigging, get whacked by a block or tackle, the boom was crashing around. The rails were smashed. I could slip into the ocean. I couldn't work with a life jacket on.

"The emergency dingy was smashed. There were no sails and no engine.

"I knew that if I went out there, I could die, but if I did nothing, I would die for sure. You can't sit there and cringe. You just go ahead and do it.''

Peterson's radio antenna was gone with the wrecked mast. All he could do was to activate his emergency signal, a device called an EPIRB (emergency position indicating radio beacons), a device he bought in New Zealand. It sends out a distress signal with the boat's position.

Peterson didn't know if the signal went out informing others of his circumstance because the device made no sound. If the emergency signal worked and if someone heard him, he was all right. If not, perhaps he could make a jury rig and try for Hawaii, more than 1,000 miles west. He figured the chances were 50-50 for that, "a long shot,'' he said.

The U.S. Coast Guard heard him. The next morning, Peterson saw a C-130 Coast Guard plane -- "the best plane I ever saw,'' he said. The crew told him through his handheld, short-range radio that a U.S. Navy destroyer was nearby, and sure enough, at midmorning, the Chung-Hoon, a new destroyer named for a hero of World War II, steamed over the horizon.

They picked him up, helped him with his gear, saved his logbook and his pictures, and left his little boat behind. "I made a deal with Poseidon,'' Peterson said. "He could have my boat if I had my life.''

Peterson, who had served in the Army, loved the Navy. "They were wonderful; they made me an honorary member of the crew, took care of me,'' he said. "They were sailors. And they saved my ass.''

A Coast Guard helicopter met the ship at sea and flew Peterson to San Diego, where he told his story.

"I never heard anything like it,'' said Robert Lanier, Coast Guard petty officer.

Until the end, Peterson said, the voyage was a dream. Sometimes he sailed alone, sometimes with an Englishwoman named Jackie Pring. Sometimes he took charters, cruising sailors, travelers, people on their own in the ports of the world.

He gets a dreamy look in his eyes, remembering little bays in Mexico, the Marquesas Islands and the Chagos Archipelago -- "no cars, no people, no houses, white sand beaches,'' he said. He went to Australia, to Bali, to Borneo to see the ring-tailed monkeys, to the Komodo Islands to see the dragons, to Thailand to the Maldives, to Madagascar, South Africa, to St. Helena -- the British isle where Napoleon Bonaparte died -- and across the South Atlantic to Brazil.

Peterson stopped and worked sometimes: Once, he spent a year in Florida. He tied the boat up and drove a big-rig truck. He spent a hurricane season on the island of Tobago and loved it. He sailed up the Mississippi and hated it. "Too many big ships, dirty, awful river,'' he said.

He went to Honduras, the Rio Dolce in Guatemala. His favorite place was Kosrae Island in the Federated States of Micronesia. "An emerald on a blue background,'' he said. He has passports to show for all this: exotic stamps and visas. He's been there, done that.

Now that he lost his boat, he's broke. "Flat, stone broke,'' he said. He can't stay with his sister forever. "I'm completely homeless. I just don't have my shopping cart yet.''

Would he do it again? Peterson pauses, looks into the middle distance. "I can't say whether I would or not.''

Would he go to sea again? "I don't really know,'' he said. "I'm probably addicted to the sea. It's a love-hate affair. I love to hate it, and I hate to love it."

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

If You Missed It

If you missed the men's championship at Wimboldon it was one of the classic matches in tennis history. Watch it here. This is the 5th and final set of the match and sure to go down as one of the best ever. Check it in full screen if you wish.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Windsurfing Hatteras


That's not me!

We arrived in Hatteras on Sunday for a family reunion. The wind was out of the southwest at about 35 knots. Lots of kiters in this area and one big windsurfing spot called Haulover near Buxton. On Monday it was still blowing pretty good so I decided to go sailing. Headed to a local shop and Luke helped me get set up with a brand new board from Goya called the Freerider. This board is an upwind monster. The sail was also from Goya, a 6.3 and brand new as well. I hit the beach and the wind speed was increasing with most folks on the beach and done for the day as it was 5pm. After making a few adjustments to the harness lines and footstraps, I was ready to fly. The wind was between 25-30 and I was the only one out! I was sailing on the Pamlico Sound which is a very shallow body of water. I sailed out a mile or so and it was still only 3-4 feet deep. This made for some great conditions as the water was flat and I could go very fast. At times I felt like a bird cruising across the water. It was fantastic. I have been windsurfing since 84, however since 2000, my focus has been on our Newport 30 sailboat and windsurfing has taken a backseat to sailing on the bay. Just like riding a bike, I was in the groove in no time and loving the fact that I can speed across the water at 20-25 knots on a good day. Cowabunga!

Monday, June 23, 2008

Sinking Ship


FLIP Research Vessel - The funniest videos are a click away

Slip Sliding Away


The Perfect Water

The Green Room


Chasing Waves

Humpback Rescued Near Faralons


A female humpback whale had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps and lines. She was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of line rope wrapped around her body, her tail, her torso and a line tugging in her mouth.

A fisherman spotted her just east of the Faralon Islands (outside the Golden Gate ) and radioed for help. Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was so bad off, the only way to save her was to dive in and untangle her...a very dangerous proposition. One slap of the tail could kill a rescuer.

They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her. When she was free, the divers say she swam in what seemed like joyous circles. She then came back to each and every diver, one at a time, nudged them, and pushed gently, thanking them.

Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives. The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth says her eye was following him the whole time, and he will never be the same.

May you, and all those you love, be so fortunate...to be surrounded by people who will help you get untangled from the things that are binding you. And, may you always know the joy of giving and receiving gratitude.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

The World's First Submersible Car

Remember that great scene in the Bond flick where Roger Moore drives his car into the water to allude his enemy. "The Spy Who Loved Me" inspired a Swiss man to develop just such a vehicle. It is equally at home on land, sea and underwater. When diving, you pull out a regulator, don a mask, and dive under water. Can you imagine you can do all this with zero emissions?? Where do I sign up? Enjoy this fun Bond like advert for the car.
So you've purchased the car, now you need some Bond gadgets like a credit card that doubles as a lock pick.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Sailor in the Spotlight

One of the top sailors in the world, Sam Davies is infectiously buoyant, remarkably skilled, and well on her way to achieving rock-star status. She's become a darling of the press, the sponsors, and even her competitors. She looks like a swimsuit model, sure, but that doesn't change the fact that she's a solid, world-class competitor. And maybe more than anything else, her exuberance shows that she clearly loves every minute on the water, and truly enjoys racing.
Sam proved she's more than a pretty face again last week, by being the first Brit across the line in the Artemis Transat race. She sustained damage to her older Open 60 after hitting something which may or may not have been whale-ish, slowed down for a while, and then got right back to racing all-out, despite the damage. Hey, what are the chances of hitting TWO whales?
With that truly unsinkable drive, Sam Davies is our latest Sailor in the Spotlight. We caught up to Sam in Marblehead, MA, US.

YP: First of all Sam, congratulations. We're proud of you here at YachtPals.
Sam: Thank you, thank you. That's really kind of you. I was proud of me too [laughing].


YP: I hear you were a cruising kid, is that true?
Sam: Yeah, my Mum and Dad had a cruising boat when I was born, so... I wasn't an excuse for them to stop going sailing. I used to get tagged along with the cushions and my toys. They taught me everything I know. To enjoy it. To make roast beef and yorkshire pudding, while in a force 7 gale blow [laughing].
They had a Contessa 28 at the time. Now my Mum and Dad are living their dream. They sold everything, and now they live on a classic yacht, a 1928 racing schooner. Um, so they're more crazy than I am.
Read more here.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Increasing Winds on the Bay


I have a theory that the average wind speeds on the San Francisco Bay are on the rise. I have been sailing the bay for the past 24 years and over the last two years it has been much windier than usual. Could it be just the ebb and flo of water temps that are causing this? Could it be in a small part due to global warming? Our winds are created by a very cold ocean and a very hot Central Valley. As the wind travels down from the northwest it causes an upwelling of cold water from the deep. As the sun shines hot on the valley the hot air rises. Think of wind like a stream of water. As the hot air rises, the cold air rushes in to take its place. The bigger the difference in temperature between the two, the higher the wind speed on the bay. Then you have this big funnel as the headlands meet near the Golden Gate Bridge and this causes the wind to be even greater. If you have ever sailed thru the "slot" on a typical summer day, you know about funnels. So my theory is that because we have had higher temps in the valley over the last few years, this increases the wind speed on the bay. Usually we have wind between 20-25 knots every day from about May to September. Lately the wind has been 30-35 knots everyday. Yesterday at Angel Island it topped out at 36. Now I am just a sailor and I don't have any data to back this up but I would love to hear from any other Bay Area sailors who have noticed this. Happy sailing and tuck in another reef!

Your Turn

Sailor Survies a Night of Terror

He had no life jacket and no safety line. The boom knocked the solo sailor overboard, stunning him. Automatically he trod water in the 66deg F (18deg Celsius) Lake Erie and went on treading all night long. Twelve hours later, he was rescued - his number just wasn't up.

47 year old Paul Epp Jr., of Welland, Ontario, somehow managed to stay afloat in the lake from Saturday night until 11:45 a.m. Sunday morning when he was rescued by Canadian and U.S. authorities who had spent the entire night searching for him.

When rescuers plucked Epp from the waters, he was alert, talking, and suffering from mild hypothermia. The lake temperature off of Buffalo is 66 degrees, according to the National Weather Service. Epp was being treated today in Port Colborne General Hospital where he is expected to survive.

'He's very lucky and he was very determined to keep his head above the water and keep treading water,' said James Cox, an operational controller for the U.S. Coast Guard in Buffalo. 'His father said he was hit by the boom,' said Cox. 'He was stunned. He didn't know that he hit the water at first and he tread water all night long.'

A Good Samaritan spotted Epp clinging to a breakwall off of Port Colborne about 11:45 a.m. today and tried to reach him, but when he was unable to pull him out of the water, he notified officials.

Two helicopters, one from U.S. Coast Guard and the other from the Canadian Coast Guard, that had been in the area searching for him all night, rushed to the scene.

The U.S. helicopter arrived first, hovered over the man, and a rescue swimmer inside the aircraft tried to reach him -- but to no avail. Minutes later, the Canadian helicopter landed on the breakwall and pulled Epp out of the water. He was flown to the hospital for treatment.

'He was alert enough to give us his name and tell us the name of his boat,' said Cox. 'We were lucky that the Good Samaritan spotted him closer to land.'

The massive search, which had spanned 11 and a half hours, covered about 400 square miles of Lake Erie in the air and on the water. Epp's unoccupied sail boat was found drifting near Sunset Bay in Chautauqua County on the American side of the border at about 11:45 p.m. Saturday, but authorities now believe that Epp spent the entire night in Canadian waters.

Authorities believe Epp set sail from the Welland Canal in Port Colborne, Ont., just before 6:30 p.m. Saturday and headed south. But when he fell overboard about six-and-a-half miles from the coast, somewhere between 6:30 p.m. and 11:30 p.m., he swam back to the coast, according to Cox.

Chautauqua County sheriff's deputies said their boat was patrolling Lake Erie when they found the sailboat traveling south from the Canadian waters towards the U.S.

Cox said he believes that the search team likely flew over Epp during the search, but did not see him in the darkness.

'It's a fantastic outcome,' said Cox. 'We're very lucky that he was able to stay afloat that long.'

Alinghi Wins IShares Cup

Being a cruiser at heart, I don't cover a lot of racing on my site but this is compelling stuff. In a preview of the next America's Cup, these 40' cats are capable of 40 knots in prime conditions. That's screaming! Over the past 15 years, I have enjoyed watching the AC on TV and appreciated what is took to sail these 75 foot sleds. However, when I think of the difference between the traditional AC boat and the new AC boat it's like comparing a soap box derby to a speed trial on the Bonneville Salt Flats (rocket cars travel in excess of 600 miles an hour there) in Utah. This is going to be a different world the next time the AC rolls around - hopefully 2009. Here is a nice clip of the action and if you want to get more info, go to the source.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

The Floyd


Click the pic for a much larger view of Pink Floyd's "back" catalog of album covers.

Someone asked me the other day, how did Pink Floyd come up with their name? My version goes something like this: The band was trying to come up with a new name for the band (they were originally called Tea Set). They were having a tough time so Sid Barrett took the first names of two old blues artists and put them together - Pink Anderson and Floyd Council. These guys are really obscure. They started with the name The Pink Floyd Sound but that was quickly changed to Pink Floyd. Back in the late 60's they were at a news conference and one of the reporters asked, "Which one is Pink?" which you will hear a reference to on the album "Wish You Were Here". And going just a little further, the album title was a reference to Sid Barrett and his departure from the band due to erratic behavior. So there is your history lesson for the day! Bonus blog points if you can name the six albums from the picture above. I can get five but can anyone tell me about the second one from the left? If you would like to find out how your favorite band got their name, click here.

Sunset




Some of my favorite pictures are of sunsets. As a matter of fact, I have this cool screensaver that searches flickr for sunset pictures and displays them when the computer goes into sleep mode. You just type in whatever it is you want and viola! This free Mac software is available here.

IShares Cup

As you may know, the 33rd running of the America's Cup will feature multi hulls. They still have not determined when it will happen but the major players are all training on them. It ill be exciting to see these speedsters on the course. And the capsizes will be amazing. Here's a clip from the iShares cup and I can tell you that it can be very dangerous when you fall and hit the mast and shrouds. Good luck fellas!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Charts Online


This is cool. Some French guy did a mash up of Google maps and the NOAA charts for navigation. I was just checking out some future destinations for our Delta trip later this summer. Very easy to use. Check the site here.

Thursday, June 05, 2008

Sailing To Hawaii...on Plastic Bottles

I am off for a boyz weekend in Cabo San Lucas. My friend Frank has a nice villa reserved for us. Should be way too much fun. There is a fast Cat called Spin Doctor we plan to jump on for a sunset sail on Saturday. Good times ahead! See you next week.