Century Club: Tim Ford

Great race and party!  Nature served up a solid S-SEE 15-20 all afternoon.  I love these kinds of events because the competition is real but may be a smidge less aggressive and fraught. Protests are discouraged.  RC sent us on a nice course and that included a close encouter with an acnhored bulk ore carrier.  It was also nice to hear more about the Foundation at the party, and the folks at Oliver offered a tasty keg. Blasted home with just the main up, reaching mostly above 7.5 kn boatspeed wise. Perfect day!

I wanted to do some work in the V-berth but just as I had the multimeter in hand I looked forward and noticed this web across the main bulkheads and paused.  This spider worked its butt off to make this work of art. There are still a lot of flying insects below deak. So is it really necessary to destroy it just to take a few voltage readings far forward?  I opted to save it for later. 

Inc had just splashed in the morning and there was a ton of running rigging to install.  Got it all done by 4:30 or so and went out for our first race in 2026. Lovely night and I think we did OK (results not up yet). Considering this was the first time out and just within an hour or two of installing an array of systems, we made few mistakes and everything seemed to work OK.

Not really a day "on the water," so I will mandate I need 102 days to qualify in Century Club this year (it's unlikely anyway), but just to record another Day of Stupidity, here's the April 29 report:

I don't own waders and I sort of disapprove of them on some level because I believe our streams are stressed enough without someone walking down them thrashing the surface with a flyrod. I fish (catch & release only) from shore and that's exciting enough just trying to keep the feet dry.

Epic fail on that part Wednesday. 

I only brought one leader and that got snapped off almost immediately due to some snag on the near-shore edge of a fairly deep pool.  I had just driven 35 minutes up to this particular part of Gunpowder Falls and there was no way I was gonna trudge back to the car and drive home.  The leader had separated from the fly line right there at the nexus, so I knew 8 feet of mono would be downstream of the spot where the wet fly was lodged. 

So off came the boots and socks and my god, was that water cold.  By some miracle, I found the leader in the rifflle and even got the wet fly back by pullling it in the opposite direction of the retrieve. Yay! I could keep fishing!

Then 45 minutes later I had to do the same. damn. thing.

So call it a day "In the Water" and I'm still waiting to for my feet to defrost and not feel numb.

The usual ride being still on the hard, got an invite on a new-to-the-club (and river) C&C 115.  I'd been on one 20 years ago down at HHSA, one that was successfully campaigned by a great owner who did a ton of shorthanded racing. I was impressed then by the fit and finish of the boat and the elegant interior. C&C has built a huge invertory of designs in its somewhat tumultuous history as a brand, and the 115, certainly rates as one of the top, in my opinion. 

We were out for two reasons: one - to race and two - to get acquainted with the dip-pole gybe process.  Considering this was a team of seven that had never raced together before, that process went exceedingly well in our practice routines. I've seen (and been personally responible for) much much worse.  

Imgaine then the horror of seeing the brand-new main begin to zipper a huge tear on one of the seams.  In something I've never witnessed before on a laminate sail, there was one seam on the entire sail, just one, where they missed sewing the seam.  It was glued but never threaded. Hence the tear. 

We were bummed but used the down-time to practice more dip-pole gybes. And it was still a beautiful night on the river.