Friends of the Manhattan Sailing School will recognize the bulkhead behind us. I originally was planning to adopt an echte Shaolin sailing pose, but as you can see I came out looking slightly drunk and crazed.
This week’s novitiates included Giancarlo, Dorothy (“let’s go faster!”) and Konstanze.
Saturday’s sail training was actually rather challenging at times, with wind holding steady at 20 knots (measured at Robbins Reef) and gusting up to 30 occasionally. Which brings me to my point, one well worth repeating:
The time to shorten sail is when you first think of it.
This is especially true in a sail training environment, where the comfort levels of your crew might range wildly. For example, we had one sailor who was as new as morning dew to the sport. On the other hand, we had a former dinghy racer. (Guess whom was more conservative!)
As usual, Man Overboard recoveries dominated Sunday’s morning sail. We executed 11 recoveries from start to finish and shot no fewer than 16 approaches.
Along the way, we also discovered that Giancarlo is a man of great modesty and a tireless defender of our waterways. We picked up all sorts of extraneous garbage from the water, including a balloon. If you don’t know this already, balloons are actually a great threat to marine life, particularly to sea turtles. They resemble jellyfish, and the unwary sea turtle that swallows one will wind up with a fatal intestinal obstruction, unable to dive or eat. It’s a horrible way to die, and my great thanks to Giancarlo for helping to keep our waters safe.
Cheers to a great group, and a great weekend!
Julian

