“At time of writing roughly half of the fleet is licking their wounds and waiting to make it to Stage One’s finish line; 20 or so have made the solid decision to wait until the weather mellows to make the jump to the Canadian promised land; with the wind and swells pegged at DEFCON Bonkers, most folks figured that the land of socialized medicine, hollandaise everything, and maple syrup can wait for a least another sunrise. Write-in frontrunner for Most Impressive Judgment Regardless of Age: Mustang Survival’s Team Rite of Passage leaned on their average 16.5 years of life experience and after starting the race at 5 am, returned to the same marina at 0510 to tie up, eat breakfast, and avoid the maelstrom that met the rest. Their parents and an internet of tracker fans gushed with relief and pride. Kids going to be alright.”
2) On Day 2 the team set out early to cross to Victoria, but learned shortly after departing that after the Day 1 shenanigans, the Coast Guard (who presumably needed sleep) were prohibiting any racers from crossing the Strait of Juan de Fuca. So the team made their way west, anchoring at Dungeness spit to set themselves up for the run to Victoria on Day 3. They awoke at 3 the next morning after a bouncy night at anchor and reached Victoria around 11:30 am.
So far, so good – but they were supposed to have 3 days in Victoria and now had 24 hours, and needed to sleep, attend a safety meeting, and pack and unpack and repack the boat enough times that I began to call them “Team Rite of Packing”, and the R2AK folks said they looked like they were having a yard sale:
But they were not the only ones: many boats had sustained damage in the crossing, and the sound of grinders, drills, and hacksaws paired with the aroma of 3M 5200 and epoxy and all kinds of other marine goop and the spectacle of people working at the tops of masts, working underwater, and everywhere in between to give the docks that R2AK circus atmosphere. One of my favorite bits were the various pedal drives, many of which a friend described as “looking like a middle school drama set piece”. Some of my favorites:
One of the things I love about R2AK is that aside from a handful of carbon-fiber-everything, super-pricey race boats, most of the boats are pretty old and let’s charitably say ‘far out on the depreciation curve’, with many (including the kids’) dating to the 1970s – and as Catherine noted, many of the rest look like they were built 3 weeks ago. I love the race’s ‘take the boat you have, bolt on some bikes you stole’ ethos.
3) Next day at noon, after a proper English beans-on-toast breakfast at my friend Aaron’s place (thank you Aaron and fam for letting us invade your home and detonate cluster bombs of boat stuff everywhere!), they took off. They were quick off the docks and pedaled like demons and briefly led the fleet.
Winds were light so we were able to follow them along the coast for several hours that first day:
4) Friday morning we returned to Seattle via Nanaimo, getting one last glimpse of the team as they passed through Dodd Narrows, a crazy tidal gate only 200 feet across. We later learned that a pod of orcas swam through right after we left.
This 2nd day another 4 teams dropped out. Two were damaged by floating logs, of which there have been an unprecedented amount this year; one was dismasted, and another capsized. It was already an eventful year and we were happy the team didn’t have any major issues.
Quick update: just before midnight Ketchikan time (yes, they sailed to a different time zone), about two miles from the finish and after a many-hours-long sailing and pedaling duel with team Wraith 2AK, team Rite of Passage slid into the lead and then crossed the finish line, taking 9th place overall.
Despite the late hour about 30 people were on the dock hooting and hollering to welcome them in. Wraith 2AK came in shortly afterwards, clearly gassed after trying to out-pedal the teenagers, but with smiles and mutual respect all around.
And another from the seaplane I was lucky enough to get invited out on today: