Hey everyone,
Got the old Nacra 5.2 out for the first time this year. Not a very good start to the season though!! I spent the last 2 weekends replacing all the running and standing rigging as well as installing a roller furler on my boat.
Wow, what a mistake!;) Not because of the quality of the parts, just because with that many changes and my own relative inexperience it caused a whole series of issues. As the saying goes, there's nothing wrong with the motor just the nut behind the wheel.
It started out OK on Saturday, when I finished the work. It all looked pretty good, except that it was blowing something like 60 kph out and there was NO WAY I was going to go out in that breeze with just my wife for the first sail of the year. Sunday looked better, shifting wind but it wasn't horribly strong.
So I stepped my mast, and found out that either I mis-measured the forestay and/or Murray's stock shrouds are somewhat shorter than what came on mine. Either way I knew that without having the shrouds to measure last winter I was taking a chance. Solved the problem with a second 10 hole adjuster on the forestay (not an unusual solution to such a problem).
So I get everything together and by mid afternoon we are ready to go. I figure we will just take a quick out and back to make sure the new sail works and to get the kinks out. I don't even bother to setup the little 14 foot aluminum boat and motor for my Dad if we get into trouble. I will just be out for 15 minutes anyway. BAD IDEA!
My wife and I go out about 2 km and I bury the bow, the wind is much stronger than I thought. We recover without dumping it (thank god for 5.2 hull volume) but I realize that I have setup the jib sheets wrong, I can't cleat them. OK no prob, roll up the jib and I will fix it when I get back. We keep sailing and I hear an ominous clunk, I say "what was that!?" but we couldn't see anything and nothing appears broken so I figure, something new must have settled into place.
I jibe around and go towards my shore, unfortunately the wind has shifted I can only point up to to a location about 4 km away from my cabin. No problems I will tack back out and zig zag my way back. The only issue is that me and my wifer are both around 220 lb each, we have no jib and my wife hasn't a clue about sailing and weight distribution. I try 4-5 times but can't get the boat to tack. I end up in irons every time mostly because I barely know what I'm doing for a tack and the wife just does what I say without any awareness of what is going on around the boat. The last time we try to tack, we both end up on the leeward side when the wind catches the sail and we almost go over. My wife does go over backwards into the water. So I'm in irons and I get my wife holding onto the dophin striker. She loses her prescription sunglasses that I dive after but miss. I heave myself back up and get to work trying to get her on board. Unfortunately my new trap wires are about 12" shorter than the old ones so my old trick of throwing my feet onto the front beam and hauling myself onto the hull doesn't work so good for my wife who is 5' tall. Also her new PFD is loose and floating up around her shoulders. Argh, I try everything but still can't haul her up. I lower my main so we will stop moving and pile it on the tramp but still no luck. I fashion a stirrup from my main sheet, but still can't do it. She wants me to leave her and she will swim back. And I say bull shit she ain't leaving the boat! It's like a 5 km swim. Fortunately a young guy who is an awesome sailor on a sunfish comes by and asks if he can help. He manages to haul my wife onto his boat .
Once she is safe I'm like OK I will unfurl the jib and sail back. So I start to do that, I sail towards a small island about 3 km away from my cabin. My wife is being sailed back to my cabin to get the powerboat just in case (my father is pretty much clueless at this point).
I get in front of the island and figure out what the clunk was, my right rudder pin had broken and chose that time to fall out. All the sudden, I'm dragging a rudder and being pulled towards the island. I try to roll up the jib but a piece doesn't roll and gives me enough windage to drive me at the island. My cottage is in the canadian shield meaning no sand, all rocks. At the last second I jump off the front to grab the boat and the bows and daggers just grind a little on the rocks at the shore. I'm like, OK I will beach it on the rocks until help comes. No such luck, a gust catches the jib and drags me away for the island hanging onto the dolphin striker. I'm under the boat and am under way. Now that extra couple of inches of trap wire could have come in handy. I'm plowing under the water holding on for dear life trying to grab the trap wire to haul myself up. No way am I letting the boat go and smash into the rocks on the far shore! I heave myself up and just get my fingertips on the trap handle and pull myself up using what I figure was my last bit of strength. I've never been so scared in my life, I thought I was going to drown. So now I'm on my trampoline and refurl the jib. I look around and my brand new main is gone!! I can see it floating near the island a km or so behind me. I have no steering so there isn't much I can do except hang on. It didn't dawn on my until later to undo the cross bar and steer with one rudder.
By this time my dad and uncle are coming out with the little 14 foot and 10 hp motor. They get close to me drifting and I yell like crazy "My Sail is By the Island, Save My Sail". I paid good money for Chip Buck's work and damned if I am going to let it sink. They take off leaving me drifting with my jib luffing like mad, I didn't really care if it ripped a this point. Fortunately they found my sail floating about a foot below the water, almost at the point of sinking and saved it. I had drifted another km or two with the just windage of the boat and the fluttering jib. They fired me a ski rope and after a couple of tries in which I finally figured out how to get the rudders detached I was able to steer it. Another hour (we were 5 km away from home with a 10 hp motor, you do the math) and I got home. About a 5 hour ordeal or so on a lake only about 8 feet deep and 10 km by 10 km.
The morals of the story:
1. Make sure everybody on the boat can get in from deep water BEFORE you go out.
2. Cinch up your PFDs
3. Go over your rigging several times before ever putting a sail on.
4. Wrap your main sail around the boom when you lower it.
5. Carry one of those Murray's spare parts bags or make your own.
6. Know what too much wind looks like.
7. Make sure you have communication with someone on shore (2 way, cell phone, vhf, etc). I left my 2 ways at home his weekend.
8. Sail with someone who knows what they are doing (not possible in my case because I'm the most experienced sailor I know).
If any 1 of the things that went wrong wouldn't have, I wouldn't be writing this story right now. If some of the good things that happened didn't, it could have been a disaster (more likely a damaged boat than anything else simply because we were wearing our PFD's). Now I have scared the bejeebers out of myself so I will be extra careful and extra prepared (like Mr. Andrew Scott has been saying over and over and over).
Fortunately within an hour the boat was as good as new and everything sorted out. Now I just need some encouragement to go back out on it.
edited by: Wolfman, May 24, 2010 - 08:02 PM
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Dave Bonin
1981 Nacra 5.2 "Lucile"
1986 Nacra 5.7 "Belle"
Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
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