Avast, ye readers who be lookin' for some new-fangled speak. This here log entry be made by Capt'n Chicken Gybe.
Forecast: She be blowin' stank (20+knts, gusts up to 30)
Observed: She be blowin' stank (whitecaps, 3' waves, relatively steady, sustained gusts of very heavy wind)
When me be arriving at the port-o-call, me hearty had already rigged up a Byte CII. She not be a vessel that you'd normally catch Capt'n Gybe on, especially after the wounded knee incident, but me couldn't scupper a perfectly rigged boat. The one cursed' thing I was warned about was that the hiking strap had just been replaced, and I should check the know to see if it was seamanlike. But Capt'n Gybe wastes not time on knots!
I set me course for Aylmer Island, nearby which (where the old salts tell) the Ghost Ship can be found (i.e. I was told Mike R and Annie had taking a H16 out towards there). Me legs be burning like the pits of Hades as I hiked on the close reach, but alas! The cursed knot came undone, and me went down to Davy Jones.
A jury-rigged knot later and I was sailing again, although not trusting the hiking strap...
A kiteboarder in trouble was spotted, just as I cam within hail of the cat. We stood by for rescue while the boarder tended his lines. Eventually, he untangled, and made it to shore. A broad reach back to the club concluded adventures for this day. Muscles sore next couple of days, and rum prescribed to medicate.
Lessons learned: The cunningham was the control I used most to de-power, although the vang was useful too. Didn't let out controls bearing off, leading to an awkward gybe. Pay more attention next time. PUT CLEW ON BOOM BEFORE HOISTING SAIL!
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