Arrived in Hobart
Frantic has arrived safely in Hobart after three days of racing. The Hobart definitely lived up to its reputation as a tough race, serving up a gale that made the beat down the coast of Tasmania a rough ride, and rounding Tasman Island a serious challenge.
There was only minor carnage on the trip down from Sydney: a broken steering link took out one of the wheels, our pedestal grinder gave up the ghost, a tear in the main forced us to throttle back for the beat across Storm Bay, a collision with an ocean sunfish had us worried for a bit, and a garbage bag explosion in the stern wafted nasty smells through the boat for the last 36 hours of racing, on top of the usual wet boat unpleasantness that comes with beating to windward in a gale on a race boat with 13 people. It wasn’t all unpleasant though, with a very cool reach at the start, watching the maxis take off like bats out of hell, the crazy spectator fleet filling Sydney harbour, and helicopters buzzing all around. And nothing beats the running in solid breeze, with some good sustained runs in the twenties and a new boat speed record of 25 knots. And then there’s the reception in Hobart, with hundreds of people cheering and applauding every boat that comes in, and lots of spectators walking the docks, checking out the boats, and congratulating the racers. And let’s not mention the 24-hour party at The Customs House, where the racers celebrate their race until sunrise…
It looks like we’re sixth in division and 27th overall. I would’ve liked to do better, but you can’t always win when you like to take flyers (then again, Varuna made some more extreme moves than us and ended up winning our division), and there were some moments when we took the decision to sail the boat a little more conservatively and probably lost out a bit, but that can be justified when I look over at the dismasted Wedgetail sitting across the dock.