shaggybaxter
Super Anarchist
We were three up one day under white sails heading for home when the wind built from low 20's to 30, a nice lazy TWA of 110. One on deck helming , the other two of us below after putting in the first reef. As we cleared the wind shadow of an island, the boat heeled till the chine planted and just accelerated away. A glance at the numbers at the nav station, 15-16 knots over water.Clearly I've not been on enough modern 36ft boats, because I'd have said that's seriously optimistic marketing talk.
But if you've done it you've done it.
Kudos.
We nipped back upstairs to ease the mainsheet and to enquire if the 60yr old lady on the helm would like someone to take over? No chance, she was crouched over the wheel, windward leg bent to offset the heel and hollering like a teenager.
She flatly refused to relinquish the helm till we were reached the leads and had to down sails. There is a great photo of her on her fridge at home, all alone on deck, one gloved hand holding the lifeline to offset the 20 degree heel of the deck and one resting on the helm, wet hair plastered over her jacket and the biggest smile you could wish for.
It sure is a fun way to sail.
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