Sunday, June 4, 1972 - Page 156
LOCATION: Catalina & Newport Beach, California
(2:52:15 PM Monday 6/5/1972)
This was Sunday. The race was going to start at 11:00, and we got up at 9:30 (later than anyone else). As we were coming into Catalina, the clouds were parting and the sun was beginning to set. In the morning of Sunday, there were low clouds that obscured the top of Catalina (we were around Indian Rock, I think).
There was no wind, and the start of the race wasn't too inspiring. Boats inched along in the doldrums for hours, staying pretty close together. We, alternately, were at second place, catching first, then at second to last place, with last catching us. For a couple hours the sky cleared and we caught some rays (that means -- oh, never mind, you know what it means). But the clouds moved in thickly again, and remained the rest of the day. Murray was usually at the helm, Chunk was up front operating the Chute, and I was sitting on the slide most of the time.
I made baloney sandwiches and we ate them and various other stuff on the way. Unlike coming to Catalina Saturday, there were always sailboats in view, and there were usually 2 or 3 behind us. When land came in sight, the doldrums returned and we inched in, excruciatingly slowly (one sailboat gave up with the race and motored in, leaving just one boat behind us).
Eventually got in by 7:00, with Bob Kirkaby waiting (it's his boat, sort of). Mom eventually came to pick us up, and we all came to Grandlydia [goofy nickname for my trailer] to eat and play chess. Chunk beat me in one game, and I beat Murray in one game (he's slooow to move, taking at least five minutes for each -- like Chunk said: "Playing chess with you is like sailing with no wind."). I drove Murray home, then Chunk, then me. The end.
LOCATION: Catalina & Newport Beach, California
(2:52:15 PM Monday 6/5/1972)
This was Sunday. The race was going to start at 11:00, and we got up at 9:30 (later than anyone else). As we were coming into Catalina, the clouds were parting and the sun was beginning to set. In the morning of Sunday, there were low clouds that obscured the top of Catalina (we were around Indian Rock, I think).
There was no wind, and the start of the race wasn't too inspiring. Boats inched along in the doldrums for hours, staying pretty close together. We, alternately, were at second place, catching first, then at second to last place, with last catching us. For a couple hours the sky cleared and we caught some rays (that means -- oh, never mind, you know what it means). But the clouds moved in thickly again, and remained the rest of the day. Murray was usually at the helm, Chunk was up front operating the Chute, and I was sitting on the slide most of the time.
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| Here is a modern photo of the kind of boat we "raced" to Catalina: A Cal 22 (meaning 22 feet long) Fractional Sloop |
Eventually got in by 7:00, with Bob Kirkaby waiting (it's his boat, sort of). Mom eventually came to pick us up, and we all came to Grandlydia [goofy nickname for my trailer] to eat and play chess. Chunk beat me in one game, and I beat Murray in one game (he's slooow to move, taking at least five minutes for each -- like Chunk said: "Playing chess with you is like sailing with no wind."). I drove Murray home, then Chunk, then me. The end.
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| Official Patch of Chuck's Sea Scout Team |
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