Race to nowhere is happening again! Every ragtag sailboat or rowboat or canoe around should get their oars to Port Townsend bay for a fun jaunt around wherever you want to go. Get yee to the gig.
This year we’re splitting the goals. We are, once again, trying to circle Marrowstone and Indian islands in our tiny boats. Everyone willing is encouraged to join us! Circling the islands will be challenging, you’ll find the biggest race to be the race against the tidal shift which will make the ship canal either exciting or incredibly dull, depending on if you’re getting sucked through or just waiting out the next tide. Read the tides! Get a chart!
For those not sold on this type of likely misadventure, you are encouraged to do any route you’d like, as challenging as you can handle.
We’ll all be (hopefully) meeting up at the boat camp spot at Fort Flaggler for evening BBQ and ceremonies. The goal is to share our stories of the day on the water and decide together who wins the year.
Come all bold and salty punx And join in company Another sailboat meetup Across a shallow sea
Ready your yachts, derelicts, and unfinished pipe dreams for another convergence of the ocean’s reprobate.
Whether you’re a serial boat owner, or just damp-life curious, meet us on Eleuthera for a nautical assembly of your own design.
Hatchet Bay – March 13-19th
You’ll find a snug 360 degree anchorage off the beaten cruiser path. Nearby are wild caves, a seahorse pond, great snorkeling, fantastic deep-water rock climbing, and one of the best surf spots in the Bahamas.
Expect skillshares, raft-ups, debauchery, old yarns, boat open houses, sailing introductions, daysails, and wondering why you’d ever leave
A few weeks or months ago we had a super nice race!
We went nowhere!
We started as 2 boats: the intrepid Hellican and the wrathful Widowmaker. Race horn was large pop-its thrown at the hull of the Hellican as we (the Widowmaker) passed them. It would turn out to be the dominant narrative of the race. Us passing everyone.
The ambition, as always, is to sail around the islands, Marrowstone and Indian, and as always, we were beset by thick fog and too little wind. We alternated seeing land on one tack and being lost in the miasma on the other. Neither boat had any navigational equipment at all. It was great fun.
After making a good show of it, we called off the ambitions and decided to sail over to PT for a quick jaunt about town. Our fortune shifted as the fog cleared, the sun came out and the wind picked up a bit. It turned into a really wonderful day.
In PT we ate snacks and sat in the sun and then left, sailing for Point Wilson. The Hellican got a head start, and the Widowmaker had a difficult time catching the lil tub on the upwind leg. An anchored boat was called as a buoy to round, which turned out to be difficult with the cross current, so the Hellican ditched the buoy and made it’s beach landing finish 1st and was proclaimed the WINNER OF THE RACE by its crew.
The Widowmaker, sticking to arbitrary rules, rounded the semi-derelict boat and eventually perched upon the beach for some more sun bathing and chilling time. Many a passerby commented upon our stylish craft, and one correctly attributed the Widowmaker as being “Oh! That’s Wayne Chimenti’s old boat, yeah?!” The lady wanted some clout, and so I write it here to give her what is due.
From here we decided to have a nice sail back to Fort Flaggler, to maybe set up camp and tuck in for the night. We’d heard that the pure sailing craft Truant was out, so we committed to finding it out on the bay. It had turned into such a beautiful day there was quite a few boats out, and none of us had actually seen the boat before, but surely we would find it.
Aha! A boat! A gaff! Must be them!
We all crewed up and sailed about for a little while, changing tacks to catch up with the other boats, pass them, leave them behind, and then do it all again. We shall not name names.
Eventually we kept on our merry way to Flaggler, and the Widowmaker took an excessive detour nearly around the point as the wind became increasingly fickle and the tide increasingly foul. We used the single oar to row against the current as spectators laughed, and cheered at us from the bluffs. The Hellican again finished 1st upon the beach, and we all set up camp and had a nice dinner and learned of a couple other boats that wandered around Killisut harbor in the race’s name- Little Toot and some un-named row boat!
After having a wonderful dinner with the crews and extended friends the sun set and no dogs fought and the stars came out and it was great.
We did plan next year’s race, and chose the most favorable tide in hopes our largest ambitions could become real!
Get out the SplashZone cuz we floating again in a few weeks!
It’s happening again!
The OFFICIAL race will be all day August 28th. We’ll start early that day from the Cascadia Marine Trail campsite at Fort Flaggler, and there’s a few different routes we’ll be going over. Back to ice cream spot? Race around some red cans? Circle the islands? TBD
I’m hoping some of you fellow freeks will want to join us in camping at the site that night, where we can regale each other with the day’s misadventures. This will also be the AWARD CEREMONY so don’t miss it if you want a chance to be celebrated!
I plan on being there Friday night also, so come for the whole weekend if you can!
The site has limited tent sites, so bring your smallest tents and share as much space as you can. Please be vaccinated if your trying to freek out with us on at the camp site!
Previously we’ve had registration forms, but this year we’ll be using a Signal group for communication, email currentsagainstus at gmail dot com or just text matx2 to get added.
Bring ur VHF radios or your baofengs, as we’ll be using general marine VHF for on water shit talking and whatever.
Fort Flaggler is a public access park, but a discover pass is required to drive in. They have a boat launch. The marine trail campsite is small and (allegedly) only usable if your arriving via englineless small craft. It’s a short walk from the lower campground, and is just west of where the bluffs begin. We’ll have some large fenders for rolling boats up and down the beach, but you people with real ballast might have to get ferried in. We’ll figure it out!