We decided that, as long as the wind was so good, we might as well continue on, so we headed up Green Creek. As I said, the wind was unpredictable. At one point, a vigorous gust of wind blew into our sails, and the boat heeled over to the right as I tried to fill the sails. It was fun, and I felt us lean. The water is very close when you're tilted like that. But the amount of wind force and sail pressure was too much. The outhaul rigging on the boom broke with the pressure, the mainsail went crazy, the boom yanked up, and we all hollered. I released the tiller so the boat would line up, but it was a scary moment. Or as Julia said, "That was fun!" Yeah. We dipped low enough that my seat was awash with river water. That was chilly.
|Here's a photo from Google of what the outhaul rigging looks like -- a little, important piece of rope.|
We came about and Adam examined the damage, which was small. We bought a new piece of rope to replace the outhaul, as soon as we got back into town. We took down some sail and crept quietly back into our slip in the marina, glad to be done for the day.
All that to say ... sailing is unpredictable. A day with no wind can, in a second, become a day with too much wind, especially if you have a weak piece of rope.