Saturday, June 3, 1972 - Page 155
LOCATION: Newport Beach & Catalina, California
8:00 AM
I... am... up...
(2:26:35 PM Monday 6/5/1972)
I am back --- Mom drove me to the Sea Scout base by 8:45. I signed in at the enterence and found Chunk & Murray at the sail boat loading it up. We got underway at 9:30 and wouldn't set foot off that boat for the next 33 1/2 hours. We went to the starting line with the motor, and after the race in our class ("C") started, we crossed it in four minutes (due to Murray's superb sailing and calculations).
We followed the shore to Point Loma (is that what it's called?) [No! Point Loma is in San Diego -- we would have left off the coast of San Pedro], then angled off toward Catalina. By that time, all the other boats in the race (at least 18 of them) were completely out of sight. The weather could have been better -- it was constantly overcast and got very windy towards the end of the race, so the sails were always sounding like the props of a helicopter. Chunk was sick most of the time (he regurgitated once) and he slept quite a bit.
I learned the fundamentals of sailing, and learned some of the dialect (fore guy, after guy, genoa sheet, topping lift, mainsail, genny, tacking, boom bang, helm, bow, aft, starboard, port, stern, hike, spinnaker, chute, halliard, slide, hatch, light wind sheet, centerboard, locker, turning about, cleats, etc. "Etc" means I can't think of any more).
I was soaking wet and shivering mostly, and trying not to get sea sick, which I managed (I've never been sea sick, but I've got close enough to it to know I don't want to be sea sick). The race started at 10:00 [AM], and we got into Catalina (in exactly the right place, despite Murray's navigating) by 8:00 [PM]. Last, if not least, of course. [The island is 22 miles wide and it is about 22 miles from the coast]
We anchored and tied to one of them thar floating things what boats tie up to and Murray lit the stove and I threw Beef Stew (the can we din't eat at Hansen Dam [see May 20]), peas, and corn into a pan for dinner. The water was clear, and a light under water lit up the fish and sparkling things in there. We got to sleep by about 10:30 P.M. So that was Saturday.
LOCATION: Newport Beach & Catalina, California
8:00 AM
I... am... up...
Santa Catalina Island, California (see Wikipedia article)
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| Catalina panorama from a sail boat; Avalon to the far left, Two Harbors to the mid-right. |
I am back --- Mom drove me to the Sea Scout base by 8:45. I signed in at the enterence and found Chunk & Murray at the sail boat loading it up. We got underway at 9:30 and wouldn't set foot off that boat for the next 33 1/2 hours. We went to the starting line with the motor, and after the race in our class ("C") started, we crossed it in four minutes (due to Murray's superb sailing and calculations).
We followed the shore to Point Loma (is that what it's called?) [No! Point Loma is in San Diego -- we would have left off the coast of San Pedro], then angled off toward Catalina. By that time, all the other boats in the race (at least 18 of them) were completely out of sight. The weather could have been better -- it was constantly overcast and got very windy towards the end of the race, so the sails were always sounding like the props of a helicopter. Chunk was sick most of the time (he regurgitated once) and he slept quite a bit.
I learned the fundamentals of sailing, and learned some of the dialect (fore guy, after guy, genoa sheet, topping lift, mainsail, genny, tacking, boom bang, helm, bow, aft, starboard, port, stern, hike, spinnaker, chute, halliard, slide, hatch, light wind sheet, centerboard, locker, turning about, cleats, etc. "Etc" means I can't think of any more).
I was soaking wet and shivering mostly, and trying not to get sea sick, which I managed (I've never been sea sick, but I've got close enough to it to know I don't want to be sea sick). The race started at 10:00 [AM], and we got into Catalina (in exactly the right place, despite Murray's navigating) by 8:00 [PM]. Last, if not least, of course. [The island is 22 miles wide and it is about 22 miles from the coast]
We anchored and tied to one of them thar floating things what boats tie up to and Murray lit the stove and I threw Beef Stew (the can we din't eat at Hansen Dam [see May 20]), peas, and corn into a pan for dinner. The water was clear, and a light under water lit up the fish and sparkling things in there. We got to sleep by about 10:30 P.M. So that was Saturday.
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