EAST FLORIDA SAILINGand family to the Bahamas. At some point in <strong>June</strong>, prevailingstrong easterly winds and the 4-6 foot seas they generate willgive way to southwest winds of much lower magnitude. Theseare the easy cruising winds for a trip from Florida to the Bahamas.The traditional path was to sail the Intracoastal to theLake Worth Inlet and go overnight to West End. These days,with electronic navigation and more reliable weather forecasts,sailors leave from the nearest inlet and head across thewater to the Bahamas and other points south. Many cruisersheaded for race week in the Abacos think leaving from PortCanaveral or Fort Pierce and going directly to the eastern Bahamasis the easiest course this time of year. On an activeyear, sailboats are spread like bread crumbs across the wholeocean from Florida to the Bahamas in <strong>June</strong>.No matter what type of sailing appeals to you, you’ll findthe best time for it in <strong>June</strong> and perhaps the best opportunityto enjoy it with others on Florida’s east coast.51ST MUG RACE, MAY 1, JACKSONVILLE, FLBy Roy LaughlinThe Jacksonville Rudder Club bills its annual Mug Race asthe longest river regatta in the world. At 38 miles, the MugRace will likely keep that distinction for a while. The alwaystantalizing behavior of the wind and its display of multiplepersonalities is more notable than distance. This year was nodifferent, just a variation on a theme.At dawn, a crisp southwest wind was blowing in advanceof an approaching cold front. This was a notable improvementfrom the typical calm dawn conditions. Monohulls,which start as much as two hours ahead of the last multihullclass, got off to a good start and had several good hours afterthat. The wind continued for all the starts through 10:30 anduntil well after noon. It was a good morning for all the classes.The first four boats to reach Shands Bridge at Green CoveSprings, the halfway point, were monohulls this year. The firstwas a sailing canoe, skippered by Enge Noble. The other threewere Raiders, and they were well ahead of the first catamaranto reach the bridge, a Hobie 21 crewed by Lloyd Berryand Pete Haley.Then the winds went away in the middle of the afternoon,leaving nearly all the Mug racers somewhere north ofShands Bridge, but well south of the finish line. The lull gavesome racers a chance to watch storm clouds gather in the westand wonder, “What will we experience first, the storm or thefinish line?” Other crews watched as ephemeral zephyrsplucked a single sailboat from within their midst (and it didwith Tom and Eric Worthman) and propelled the craft half amile ahead, leaving crews on stationary boats hardly a hundredyards away to ponder the unfairness of fate and the wind.The sailors on multihulls, some of the Raider crews andsome sailors on the largest monohulls finished the course asthe first squalls moved from west to the east across the St.Johns River. Then a strengthening storm east of the river blewgale force winds back to the west about an hour later. Thiswas the evil twin of the westerly winds that taunted but eventuallyfavored the first teams to cross the finish. It overwhelmeda few boats, and slowed down nearly all those whohad the last leg from the mug to the finish line.When it was over, fickle winds and storms made winnersfrom those who had not led the race earlier. Eric and BillRoberts crossed the line first on Silver Bullet, a RC30 Catamaran,and won the Mug Cup. David Moring and crew onScreamin’, an E Scow, won the Sullivan E Howard Award forthe first dinghy to finish. Jason Hastings and crew in a Morgan27, Cracker Jack, was the first PHRF sailboat to finish. Theytook home the Ed Burroughs Trophy for that. Harry Antleyskippered a Mirage 5.5, Lee Roy, to a first place finish in hisclass and received the Archie Markland Trophy for the accomplishment.The Mug Race is one of most “doable” of Florida’s longestdistance races. It, nevertheless, always challenges sailorsin a familiar environment. This year was no different.There were 21 racing classes in the Mug Race. Completeresults by class, and additional special trophies are availableon the Internet: www.rudderclub.com/51MugRaceResults.xlsOUR FIRST MUG RACEby Meg and HutchHutch at the helm, clearly puzzled at how many boats could still be behindus. That won’t last for long.That the Jacksonville Rudder Club chose May Day for its 51stMug Race might have given pause to the 198 other participatingboats, but we were gung-ho. Our first Mug Race, and stillin our first year of sailing, we were almost too excited to sleepas we dropped anchor into the St. Johns River late Friday night.Before dawn, Hutch awoke and rigged a spinnaker thatwe’d just received a few days earlier from an eBay auction.“A spinnaker can overpower then overturn your boat — don’ttie a stopper knot onto the sheets, so you can let go quickly,”an experienced sailor had warned Meg the night before atdinner. She, too, had a difficult time remaining in Morpheus’arms before dawn, but clearly for different reasons. “<strong>Sailing</strong>with a spinnaker requires a lot of practice” came back like asong that wouldn’t leave her head.With a start time of 7:47:19 in recognition of Aurora Blue’sPHRF rating of 258, we were in a large group of small cruisers— over there was the Davidsons’ boat, and not too farbehind us was Dave Edwards in Alcyone. Sam Trickey’sspeedy San Juan was nearby…briefly.The start of the race, in reverse order of calculated boatspeed, appeared as a stately procession of hat-wearing ladiesstrolling through a garden on a quiet sunlit morning.With ten knots of wind from directly astern, and many boats40<strong>June</strong> <strong>2004</strong> SOUTHWINDS www.southwindssailing.com
flying colorful spinnakers, our parade of brilliant flowers glidedsilently, save the occasionally ratchety winch, due north on thefirst leg of the 38-mile course from Palatka to Jacksonville.Passing the power plant bend, we turned east, and thebeam reach of the next leg separated the pack, as those whoflew big genoas could crank up their apparent wind speed.But soon enough, we turned northerly and were back to whatpromised to be a day of leisurely downwind running.Meg, her fears allayed as the spinnaker floated in the gloriousbreeze, went below for a nap. This un-race-like behaviorcaused her to miss the fleet of small catamarans and onedesigndinghies as they raced by in iridescent colors, lookingfor all the world like water beetles weaving among the lumberingcruisers..When Hutch’s watch was over, the spinnakerwas doused, and Meg took the helm so Hutch could alsoindulge in un-race-like behavior. Around 1:30 p.m., she calledbelow, softly at first as not to intrude on his meditation, thenwith greater insistence. “We’re dead in the water, Captain,and almost all the boats have left us behind.” Concerned thatwe had run aground, Hutch came above to see that we’d enteredthe dreaded Picolata doldrums. The river was oily calm,and all the cruisers within sight appeared virtually stationary,as roasting flesh sizzled in the cockpits. We scroungedfor every available square inch of cloth to hang, and endedup with the main, jib, and spinnaker wafting, the biminiangled forward to catch any stray wind molecules, and towelstied between the shrouds. Along the shore’s edge, weghosted along. Soon, we felt a puff, then another, and soonwere making way. What a sight as we rounded the bend - 90boats in one long, clear stretch of river. The wind was definitelycoming around, and soon the spinnaker, which hadevolved into a gennaker, had to come down, as Meg experiencedwhat being overpowered by a sail means.Ground-strike lightning was now preceding the distantrumbling we’d been hearing for some time, and the thundergained volume. Clouds down-course blackened quickly. Twostorm cells on either side of the river suggested we mightglide through without a drop, but it wasn’t to be. Reportsradioed in from the SeaRay safety crews, ever ready withweather updates, reported that the lone wind surfer hadswamped and was being brought in. The SeaRays startedsearching for and assisting numerous capsized Hobie Cats.We battened down, got the reefing lines ready, and donnedthe raingear. Suddenly Aurora Blue was ripping along in araging Force 7 gale. All those Hornblower stories became realas our jaunty craft plowed through the roiling St. Johns sea.For years, we’ve always chosen to go out in weather—hiking,biking, or in our canoe—as that is when Her Majesty Natureis most splendid, and you can usually count on being alone.But we weren’t alone, as just ahead we spied a twomastedwooden sailing canoe remaining gamely upright, evenas it was being swamped by large waves. Its luffing foresailwas approximately eight square feet, its main less than twenty.We looked for the skipper, but nary a soul was in sight. Thenwe saw him in the water holding onto the boat. We jibedaround and asked if perhaps he could use some assistance,and he opined that yes, indeed, that would be most welcome.We treated this as a crew overboard drill, headed up, andretrieved the floating line from the lazarette. Up close, circumstancesappeared a bit more out of control, so Hutch swamthe rope over to lash the canoe to our boat. The skipper wasbrought aboard, using the winch and a good grip on hiswetsuit. When Captain Halsey, who looked to be a spry eighty,mentioned he was probably getting too old for this, we recognizeda kindred spirit. We hope to still be sailing in weatherwhen we reach his age.After a SeaRay took Captain Halsey and his craft aboard,we reviewed our drill and found it wanting in some key areas,such as our inability to radio our position because a fewweeks earlier our GPS had not returned from its own overboarddrill. In gale conditions, it’s difficult to stop a boat. Wewere simply lucky that we’d been able to hold position longenough to get a rope to the canoe without drifting apart, andour recently installed swim-ladder certainly saved the day.After this diversion, we were determined to finish therace. The bone went between the teeth; we bellowed Arrrgh!and headed back into the wind with a reefed main and the jibstowed. We’re no estimators of windspeed, but the radiowarnings were for 50-knot gusts and the sting of the horizontalrain wouldn’t deny it. There was no shoreline, so with onlythe compass and depth-finder as guides, we clawed north.Eventually the storm abated, and in the binoculars appearedThe Mug, tipped over but magically not spilling its contents.With the finish line in sight, we performed our obligatory turnsin snappy nautical fashion and looked back in exhilaration -there were still a few boats behind us! We saluted the raceofficials as they asked us where our registration numbers were(they’d blown off the sail), and we congratulated ourselvesover spaghetti and beer for finishing the first of our manyMug Races to come.Robert Hutchinson and Meg Niederhofer won theCorinthian Cup…for the last boat to finish.They sail in Aurora Blue, a 21-foot Sirius, with the Gulf-Atlantic Yacht Club of Gainesville. HutchRK@aol.comMELBOURNE YACHT CLUB SPRING REGATTAAPRIL 17-18 AND APRIL 24-26by Sherry BeckettThe <strong>2004</strong> edition of Melbourne Yacht Club’s “laid back” SpringRegatta followed through on the MYC promise of “great sailing,great food, free beer and awesome trophies.”The first weekend of the two-weekend event was for smallboats; primarily one-design racing sailboats under 20 feet. Thelargest fleet attending was the Sunfish class, with 14 boatscompeting, including such notables as Linda Tillman, JamesLiebl, Tony Elliot, and Paul Strauley. The wind was fairlystrong both days, favoring the younger sailors. James Lieblwalked away with first place, with wins in five of six races.In the seven-boat Laser fleet, Dick Tillman also walkedaway with his class, with wins in five of six races. Battling itout for second and third were Mike Moody from Michiganand David Hartman from Vero Beach. Tied with 11 points atthe end of six races, Mike won second place on the tiebreaker,by taking a first place in the last race.A contingent of Force 5 racers came up from South Floridato make a five-boat class. Jim Bigham and Steve Perry, bothfrom Miami, swapped firsts a number of times throughoutsix races. The pair ended up tied for first with eight points,but Jim Bigham won the class with a first place in the lastrace. The third and fourth place boats were also tied on points,NEWS & VIEWS FOR SOUTHERN SAILORS SOUTHWINDS <strong>June</strong> <strong>2004</strong> 41