Log - Sept 19, 2015 - Gar, talk like a pirate on me Byte!

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!