
So, I helped out (or really just stood around) the race committee deck) during this past weekend's Double Handed Farallones Race. While I was there, I was surprised at how many boats had dropped out early due to a lack of wind. From inside the Golden Gate it seemed windy, however offshore boats were sitting in eerily still conditions.
After a few hours of munching on pizza and chatting it up with the race committee, I decided to head home. Frankly, it seemed as if it was going to be an uneventful race. Then on Sunday I awoke to a call from my father saying that after I left a boat had capsized, and had been rescued by the Coast Guard.
This gave me a flashback to ten years ago when we received a call informing that my father had capsized during the Farallones Race. Luckily, like my father 10 years ago, this year's capsized boat's crew were saved. Still, I feel for them and their families, because I remember what a scare something like this can be for all involved. If you would like to read more about their ordeal or the race in general there is a great article at the Latitude 38 Website.
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Wow, I'm glad to hear that they all survived. I admire people who have the guts to go out and do things like sailing despite the risks. It's enjoying life without the "buts"!
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