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Small Boat Cruise: Force 5 North Channel (archives)


by John Kaandorp


For a sailor, waiting for a big, intemperate wind to whither is as difficult as waiting for enough wind to build. For me, per- haps worse, as I love sailing in big air and hate to miss a chance to really push my boat. But in August 2010 in the teeth of a westerly gale, I paced the small beach in Little Current on Manitoulin Island as my Force Five dinghy sat idle on the trailer. I forced myself to be patient, and scanned the whitecaps under blue skies with tiring eyes. I whittled away the time; I ran, I read, and ran again. I fussed with the boat, loaded and unloaded the dry bags a dozen times. I looked at the maps, and then the heaving waves again. In town I ate ice-cream cones and watched the sun go down, but not the 35 knots of wind. I willed it to drop. My mind and heart were seized on channels, islands and anchorages of the North Channel of Lake Huron. In late aſternoon during a brief lull, I’d


barely stepped the mast and the sleeved sail when the force of the wind chewed on the rig and beat the battens wildly, as the hull pitched on the wave-filled beach. Te outhaul was impossible to tighten without


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the hull and sail becoming wildly active. I would have had to pull the boat out into the shallows, let it turn downwind and tip, wade around to the transom, tighten the outhaul with the sail relaxed in the water, then tighten the vang and super-vang the mainsheet, come around again and pull the rudder down as I climb on the daggerboard and right it without being swept onto the beach. I had practiced this move many times, but not with the boat laden with a week’s worth of food and camping gear. And certainly not in winds that strong. It was risky.


In the water up to my chest and at the


bow, I looked once again at the chaos around me. I thought of the many hours I had spent refitting my Force 5 for adven- ture sailing on Lake Huron: four screw- type sea-kayaking ports cut into the hull to accommodate small dry bags; a reinforced gudgeon plate fixed to the transom with oversized bolts and bushings to take the strain and minimize shearing; the transom itself stiffened with extra mahogany glued inside the hull; a spare tiller and extension dropped into the hollow aluminum mast to keep it out of the way; a cut down


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