Pacific 30. Beam: 8 & gt; 6 ", LOA: 29 & gt; 6"
Draft: 4 ", mast height: 40 pcs. Disp: 10,000 pounds.
Description and history of the yacht:
Pacific 30, fiberglass and deck construction, sloop installation, half-full keel with a hanging skeg. The hull and deck were laid in Cobble Hill in 1976. My father, Peter Gunn, finished the interior in a barn in the Old West. Saanich Road, Victoria, British Columbia Peg Leg was launched on September 2, 1977 at Cattle Point. It was returned to RVYC by my grandmother, (Jack Gunn), the boat "Seatime".
Our story began in the Canadian Arctic in 1989, while Haydn George and I worked as sailors for Beaudryl aboard the MV Terry Fox. After the cool hours on the deck, Haydn and I found ourselves in the warmth of a library of a ship looking through navigation books, as we sought to be ocean navigators. Our discussion quickly focused on the subject of celestial navigation, endless horizons and turquoise warm water. Sextant angles, endless horizons of warm blue sky combined with temperatures of -40 or -50 feed off ideals such as sailing to the tropical islands of Hawaii (+80). The temperature and the need for endless horizons to practice our heavenly navigation were necessary at 20 years of age to make a commitment to sail my thirty-foot Peg Leg in Hawaii.
It was decided: we will go on June 24, 1990 in 1430. We began our planning and reminders of our time in the Arctic, which we put on captain Peter Kimberley to teach us how to navigate the Pacific using plastic Davis Mark Sextant.
Over the next six months, our plan included using the time of our friend and our family money, cars, houses (and rum!). To retool Peg Leg for our Hawaiian adventure.
Day 1 - June 24, 1990 at 2 pm
Somehow 1 day suddenly on us! It was a beautiful warm summer day in Cadborough Bay, Victoria, British Columbia, and we were surrounded by friends, family and spectators. Haydn untied our lines, and I handed over our wings to our good friend Rik Todd and said: “We don’t need tonight.” Our adventure begins with smiles and tears, when we say goodbye and go out to the bay. Unlike other times, it was not only an evening sail. We will not return to Cadborough Bay for up to 74 days.
When we got to the Race Rocks, our warm summer day turned into a lively 35th knot branch, requiring us to reduce the sail to a triple reefed main and 100 percent boom. Haydn and I decided to go to the island of Bentik, to prepare the "Peg" for the evening sail to Cape Flattery. Here we put off bottles of wine, cards, chili, cookies and flowers from my good friends Mugs and Peter Townshend and other loved ones. Yes, the boat was ready, turned over, laying completed! Haydn decided to go lower to update the magazine, as we charged through the Race Passage with ebb and western. While he was sitting in the cabin, Haydn decided to make his first dinner. His goal was to cook a jar of something warm until the evening sunset. A great idea, however, between cooking and updating the log, he launched himself via satellite to throw all the cloth in the cabin. We started very rudely. After sailing 4 miles through the Passage of the Race, Haydn was sick for the rest of the evening, leaving me to enjoy the first cold, wet blow only in Lleste.
Day 2 - June 25, 1990 at 10 h.
The magazine says: “We leave the Juan de Fuca Strait and round off Cape Navy to head south, heading for Hawaii to sail at 190 degrees for 4.5 knots for the whole day.”
The crew spent the rest of the day setting EPIRB in the cockpit, preparing our hand fishing line and clearing the boat after yesterday’s strong western strike.
All day we unsuccessfully dragged our fishing line. However, there was a backup plan for our first night at sea. Knowing very well that we were tired and stunned by our experience, my Nan prepared a fresh pot of chili, bread and my favorite cake with food for angels for us to charge us after a long day.
It was especially warm, calm, evening to eat on the deck and see how the coast of Washington eluded us. During dinner, we each talked about waking up the next morning and not seeing the ground. We were excited and anxious about this long-awaited experience. The day turned into a night on the endless horizon, and we experienced our first sea sunset and twilight. The sky turns into a blanket of glittering stars, and the sea is lit by phosphorescence.
That night I officially began my first hours at the helm. Before Haydn could call it a night, he had to break the siciaflex and fix the starboard window from seeping inside. As for our schedule of hours, we planned to rotate and stand idle at night, while we can withstand hours. Sometimes it was stated after 4 hours, sometimes hours 6 hours. That night, Haydn piled around 1930 and took control of the helm at 0200 hours.
Cape Frog in Bidding and a day at sea aboard Peg-Noga
Over the next 5 days at sea (from June 26 to June 30), Peg Leg made its way to 130 degrees of longitude on average from 70 to 120 nm per day. It seems these days merge with each other, as if you were in an extended Swiftsure. We have lost sight of the land. The ocean and the horizon around us became gray, cool and sloppy. Life on board was new and exciting. Every day it seemed to open a new door to another room of adventure and discovery. By now, we were still in manual mode, since we did not learn how to operate our authelm 5000 pilot-pilot. She was constantly reviewing the steering, leaving us only one option for manual control. In the six months preceding our departure, perhaps we should have taken Peg Leg from the dock and tested our systems. “Oh, well, we will remember the sea tracks next time in our life when we decide to go ashore again!”
In addition to the need for manual control, sleeping in a wet wool trouser and lacking cleanliness from not having a shower for the first ten days, everything went great. Haydn and I shared lunches, hours, and routine preventative maintenance work on all systems. Every day, we ran the 18-hour Yanmar engine for an hour at noon to charge the battery, fill up the fluid level in the battery, refill the kerosene stove and check the tampering for wear.
He became a part of our daily life to see deep sea vessels, dolphin pods or a beautiful albatross that slid along the waves. At night, when I was lying in a cabin driven under the stars, I would pass the time tuning into a local radio program on the west coast and listen to people calling and talking about their problems. Wow, it ever consumed hours.
Day 8 - July 1, 1990
Our plan was to sail at 130-degree longitude, allowing us to break away from the continent, always shrinking to the Pacific Ocean on our side of the starboard. When we met the northeastern winds, it allowed us to sail westward to 132 degrees west longitude and about 35 degrees north latitude.
Great circle and trade wind heading to Maui
Day 12 - July 6, 1990
The magazine states: “We finally learned that the automatic steering button, which controls the yaw of the steering wheel, turns into a turn of the small and large wheels. Peg-point through rolling circles right in Maui. "
Day 13
Going something like this. It is at 01:30 in the morning, when we awaken by the noise of the engine noise of a cargo ship, I run out onto the deck, and I am struck by this very large gray black steel silhouette, which passes us to our port within 100 m. When it triumphantly acts on cargo the ship, the watchman turns on one of his millions of light bridges to help us in our vision. Yes, it was a cargo ship. Perhaps Auto does not make excellent steering! Haydn and I proceed to call the Japanese Quartermaster on the clock and ask if he has any objections to advising us if there is any other traffic in the area, since there was no need to ask for a range and be relevant to updating the position. On that day, we noticed two more deep-sea vessels heading for Japan, and we were unable to lift them to VHF. I hope someone was on the bridge, on guard, like a cargo ship, which we woke up ten hours earlier.
So, we have Auto working now, learned a little about standing on the clock and reached the trade wind to start our big circle on the route to Maui 1470 NM with 230 degrees.
The trip on the Passat lasted 11 days, and the wind fell by 230 degrees, the wing on the wing at 6 and 7 knots of the speed of the boat, sailing from 6 to 10 feet of turquoise waves.
Day 17 - 11 July at 1740 hours.
The magazine says: “We just launched Gary Nickel’s excised magazine into the ocean at the following location:
Lat 28 degrees 41 min. N
Long 141 degrees 49 minutes W
922 m. Miles from Maui
Our friend Gary introduced us to a magazine, cut out at our departure from the RVYC, and asked us to throw it into the sea. The magazine contained a graphic and engraved description of our trip. The description included dates, names, contact details, if found, and a summary of our adventure. The entire log was sealed in many layers of epoxy and floated pretty well. To date, the piece has not been returned.
Day 18 - July 12 at 03:15
We made contact with a VHF motorized vessel called Shirley Eye, which was west for Oahu and used as a dive.
Day 21 - July 15 at 16 h.
Happy jibe leads to a gap in the tray. We manage to lower the sail and unravel the mess, however we feel that the rip is too big for us to correct. So, we are sailing into the night wing on the wing with the main and Genoese.
Day 22 - July 16
We come in contact with SV "Sabrina" at 16 VHF. The Sabrina is a 34-inch Pacific Cup vessel bound for Oahu. During the contact with Sabrina, a woman on board asks us why we do not use our chute. We explain that we broke it and demanded repair of the sails. So, she sits down on the radio and gives us a blast so as not to sew it by hand. With just 113 m. Miles from the entrance to Maui, we regroup and start sewing, and two hours later the tray rises, and the Peg travels miles.
Earth in sight
Day 23 - July 17 at 11.33 am
The magazine reads "Land in sight," the 23rd morning!
Throughout my early morning hours, I could see the mast and the right light beam in my port quarter. And as soon as the morning woke up, I began to identify the pretty “Thomasin II” from RVYC Peter Su, our good friend, bought my family to see how we were sailing, like Haydn, and I went to Hawaii on June 24. "Tomasin II" was part of the Vic Maui race, which left July 1 from Victoria. So, Peter managed to catch up with us, and in the afternoon we went to the Maui canal. We asked Tomasin II on the radio ahead and asked if we could clear the customs in Lahaina as a boat viewer Vic Maui. We receive a radio program telling us to go to Lahaina and call the US customs from the finish line. However, when we sailed past Nakalele Point after a shower and watched the people at the coastal party with the sounds of Hawaiian music, we called the customs again and they advised us to go back to Kuhului via the Paylo channel. By now, the sun had set and the wind was up to 25 knots, so we set off from Lahaina until dawn. The boy who was hard to anchor at Lahaina and listened to all the parties.
Finally fall the ground!
Day 23 - July 17, at 2240 hours.
The magazine reads "Landfall at last", 23 days after leaving the RVYC. That same evening, we will be anchored off the coast of Lahaina @ 2140. Peg Leg and the team reached our destination after sailing 2700 m. Miles at 23 days 7 hours 40 minutes.
After this beautiful dream at anchor at Lakhina at 0600 hours on July 18, Haydn and I lifted the hook and headed to Kahululi under sail and entered the harbor at 11:15. When we left the harbor, we passed the SV “Rantoplan” French steel. The couple invited us on board, but we had to give up and immediately went to the customs pier. After I tied the boat, I ran to the office to enter. After a cold greeting, the clerk advised me to return to my ship, since she would have sent customs officers. Five minutes later, two very large Hawaiian men, dressed in the causal port of Hawaii / Miami, looked into the jeep, jumped out and immediately began to ask questions. Was I a captain? who else? He is my crew, Haydn! Responsible and his friend instructed Haydn to get up on the bow of the ship, and I went aboard with a skipper. The official acted very carefully, and he wanted to see my chart showing our daily noon after leaving Victoria. At the moment I tried to be friendly and hospitable. I suggested that the customs officer go below. Oh no, for your safety and for me, I had to act first. Once inside the boat of his partner and Haydn, he began to ask me a few questions about drugs, alcohol, firearms and our monetary situation. He advised me that we were faced with a $ 12,000 US fine for not going to the official US port. At that moment, knowing that there was only $ 500.00 between us, I explained why we entered Lakhina and spent the night at anchor. He was not interested in this story and only reminded me how he issued many fines before! After I settled my questions, he then advised that Peg would be confiscated and would not be able to leave the pier until we arrived at the hearing on Thursday morning at his office at 09:00 to discuss the fine. When he received this message from his system, he looked at me and said: “Now go, have a beer and enjoy!” Wow day and night! So, Haydn and I did just that. We approached the city bank, took some money and went to the other side of the island to celebrate our adventure over beer and hamburger. When we walked through the doors of the Lahaina Yacht Club, we met with Peter Su "Thomasin II" and drank several times in the pub and called family and friends at home.
Check in at an hour late for a customs hearing!
After a few beers and a late party on the other side of the island, we did not return to our boat that night. So, when morning came, we were on the wrong side of the island without any form of transport to get to the meeting with customs. We decided to find Peter, who calmly rested this morning in a beautiful hotel in Lahaina. Pulling him out of bed, we asked him if he could take us to Kuhului for our hearing. Peter agreed, smiled and bought his camera to film an experience for others returning home to Victoria to testify.
Imagine this: we arrived very late, hung up and, accompanied by Peter, our photographer! Officials at the front desk were not impressed. We entered the room, with a ceiling fan, bright lights and this big man sitting at his desk, you guessed it, with a Hawaiian shirt! "You are late! Sit down, ”and a second after we sat down, he began to give us a lecture on how to get into the American port of entry. By the end of the session, we could read a section from the customs book. He again raised the issue of a US fine of $ 12,000 and told us how recently he fined others for that amount. Finally, the officer began asking about our cruising plans for our time in Hawaii. It was quite clear that we had not done our homework, and he very much wanted to lay out our terms and conditions while traveling around the Hawaiian islands. As a result, we received our cruise permit, and it cost us $ 200.00 US dollars for a lecture and cruise permit.
All right, Haydn, go ashore again! We were on land for 24 hours.
Day 25 - Thursday July 19
The magazine reads “1217s, when Peg-Nog leaves Kuhuluy Maui harbor for Honolulu, Oahu. We enjoyed a stretch of 50 nm along the northern coast of the island of Molokai, past the famous Kalupapa peninsula and the point of Kahiu.
This village, now a national historical park, is located on the Makanalua Peninsula on the north coast of Molokai Island. The low lava tongue is separated from the rest of the coast, the remote area is where the leper group was driven ashore in 1866.
Hugging nearby perpendicular cliffs, the trail is over three miles (5 km) long and descends 1600 feet (488 m) to the peninsula. In its course - 26 switches that corkscrews in and out of canyons and ravines.
In 1873, Damien’s father, a Belgian priest, visited him and stayed until the end of his life, listening to the victim of Hansen's disease, also known as leprosy. He caught the disease and died from it in 1889, becoming the "Martyr of the Island of Molokai."
Day 26 - Friday July 20 at 02 h.
14 hours after leaving Kuhului, the log reads the Peg of the Secured Hawaii Yacht Club; time for rum and our first plumbing shower in 26 days! “At the beginning of Friday morning, Haydn and I agreed to spend 7 days at the Waikiki Yacht Club and 7 days at the Hawaii Yacht Club.
Три часа дня мы направились в аэропорт, чтобы встретиться с Кимом, Мишель и Райаном после их поездки из Виктории. Мы проводим следующие семь дней, рассказывая истории, плавая и исследуя остров.
Гайдн планировал продолжить парус на юг, взяв на себя экипаж на борту яхты, и я планировал, чтобы Мишель присоединилась ко мне на Гавайях и отплыла со мной в Викторию. Однако, узнав о прибытии Ким и о ее присутствии на Гавайях, планы Гайдна повернули на север. Да, Гайдн и Ким теперь искали поездку на Север обратно в Викторию. Поскольку это был год Vic Maui, у них не было никаких проблем, подтверждающих поездку на борту SV «Крисса».
Итак, 27 июля 1990 года, проведя 8 дней на суше на Гавайях, Ким и Гайдн снова отправляются в Викторию через остров Кауаи на борту Криссы. В тот день мы наблюдали, как Ким и Гайдн уходят вдаль, и мой брат Райан улетает в небо.
Мы с Мишель провели на следующей неделе расслабление, покупку предметов снабжения и работу над Peg Leg в рамках подготовки к нашей поездке в Кауаи. Мы встретили коммодора Гавайского яхт-клуба и объяснили ему, как мы без укуса отбуксировали леску 2700 м. Миль. Будучи силовым лодочником с цветным прошлым в спорте рыбалки Марлина, наш друг-коммодор передал несколько идей, и он начал делать нас двумя строками, когда мы обсуждали более тонкие аспекты промысла на пару рома.
Хорошо проведя 7 полных дней встречи с новыми друзьями, поедая вместе на разных лодках и рассказывая истории, наблюдая за ночными закатами с того места, где они снимали фильм «Южный Тихий океан», пришло время прощаться и начинать наше путешествие домой к Caddy Bay, Виктория, Британская Колумбия! «Для получения дополнительной информации о плавучих мореплаваниях посетите веб-сайт http://www.isealife.com
