Last weekend's "Inlet to Inlet"
long-distance windsurfing race, organized by Ron and Sue Kern of Fort
Lauderdale, was the first race I ever did in Florida. Not only was it a
great challenge, but it was a great introduction to the groovy
community of sailors in South Florida.
I
almost didn't make it down from Fort Pierce because of car troubles. As
it was, I limped into the Fort Lauderdale Beach parking lot with the
battery light flashing and a weird humming coming from the dash. I
scrubbed the battery terminals and tried to put car-anxiety out of mind
to make room for race anxiety.
There were 19 other competitors at the beach, mostly formula racers,
but with Mike Rayl on a Kona longboard (like me), and Beth Powell on a
mistral one-design longboard. The winds were light from the NNW at
first, but at noon they clocked around to NE and surged to a generous
20 mph. The chop and waves also swelled to formidable size. Amidst the
pre-race excitement I realized I'd forgotton my harness back in the
shower at home. Damn! Luckily, Alex Morales, who is famous for escaping from Cuba on a windsurf, lent me one, and Peter Ifju, a famous University of Florida professor and high-tech fin maker, lent me a harness hook.
I
set up my Kona with the 46 cm stock fin, and rigged a 7.8 Aerotech
Air-X, which is currently my largest sail. I left the footstraps in the
inboard position where I keep them for freeriding / waveriding, but
tightened them a lot to put my heels further out on the rail. I screwed
two u-joints into the mast track in case one broke and so I could
switch the position forward or backwards depending on conditions.
Getting
out through the breaking waves was tough, especially for the formula
riders with their long fins that would snag on the sandbar. About 50%
of the attrition occured during that stage, before the race even
started. Poor Farrah Hall had a brand new 9.0 KA
formula sail rigged but broke her mast in two places and was really
bummed that she didn't get to race. I think something similar happened
to her Olympian rival, Nancy Rios,
who had rigged her RS:X Olympic board and sail. I got off the beach ok,
but immediately had control problems with my sail because one of the
boom cuffs was slipping. I jumped off in the water and fixed it, but
was still jittery and uncomfortable using my big gear in the heavy
conditions.
Once away from the chaos of the starting line I
got a better feel for the conditions and my gear, and got dialed in to
the routine of taking long tacks upwind towards the barely-visible
Hillsboro lighthouse. The surviving formula sailors were way ahead, but
I was close with the other longboard riders, whose presence motivated
me to keep pushing. I'd never before raced a Kona in conditions where
sailing without the daggerboard was the most efficient way upwind, but
it seemed to work pretty well in the strong breeze. I started to get
ahead of Mike, but Beth was blazing a high-line with the daggerboard
down on her raceboard, and she pulled away from both of us.
Getting
to the upwind mark was actually kind of fun, working past row after row
of cartoonish hotels and condos, and watching flying fish scatter away
from the crashing bow of the Kona board. Finally, I rounded the
Hillsboro Inlet marker, jumped off to move my mast base all the way
back, then went barreling downwind. The waves were really getting huge,
and when you were sliding obliquely down a swell the acceleration from
both wind and water power was crazy. I saw Beth Powell struggling not
far south of the Hillsboro marker and gleefully zipped past. Mike Rayl
caught up with me, and we traded places a few times as each of us
fought fear and fatigue to stay speedy. Eventually, I opted for a
slower, deeper downwind line with my back foot in the leeward strap,
and watched Mike dissappear ahead of me and further out to sea. That
helped me rest my legs and stay in control, but I still had a couple of
oh-shit moments coping with the lumps and bumps out there. I found the
Port Everglades Marker right where it was supposed to be, 11.5 miles
South of the Hillsboro Inlet marker and about 2 miles from shore. I
rounded with relief, and made the final beeline for the beach. A bunch
of guys jumped into the water to help save my gear from destruction in
the break, thank goodness. Onshore I learned I was the fourth finisher,
having somehow made it past Mike on the downwind. Mike arrived a few
minutes later, but said he had been really smacked-down by the
conditions far offshore and had opted to come straight in instead of
rounding the Port Everglades buoy. That meant I was 4th overall and the
only longboard rider who finished the whole course. YES! The good vibes
continued though the prize-giving ceremony, the miraculous temporary
recovery of my car battery, and the sweet pizza party at Ron and Sue's
house. Woo hoo!
I'll definitely be back.
