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The First Leg!

Happy Team Trimorons in Victoria! (Photo:React Photography, Kelsey Fletcher)

It was an uneventful sail.

That is, if you don’t count bright sunshine, dying winds, a fierce opposing current towards the end… and the usual odds and ends of mechanical issues and trim. One of the pedal drives needed adjustment. The “cruising” setup of the boat (a full kitchen and bathroom) added weight.

But Team Trimorons safely crossed the 40-mile open-water “proving ground”, which is what the R2AK organizers call the first leg of the race. Basically, they test the sailors’ mettle with a 40-mile open-water passage, carefully monitored by support boats.

There’s no guarantee this leg will be the roughest part of the journey–in fact, there’s almost an iron-clad guarantee that it won’t be—but safely navigating, and sailing, and pedaling across 40 miles of open water tends to separate the do-ers from the dreamers.

Team Trimorons started in the chill 5 AM dawn. (Please note the warm, waterproof DexShell caps.. soon I’ll be letting you know how to get a Trimoron logo-ed cap of your very own!)

Jeff in drysuit
Chris bundled up!

By midday they’d stripped down to shorts and T shirts, and exchanged the warm hats for floppy sunhats (or none at all)….

Chris the pedaling champ!

About that pedaling…

I asked Jeff if he had to pedal much, and here was his (characteristically laconic) reply:

3-4 miles. Strong tide current against us into Victoria. The water was moving past us fast, but moving over the ground at less than 2 knots.

This was the first of the fierce Pacific Northwest currents. I’m sure it won’t be the last!

You may be thinking a 40-mile sail sounds strenuous. Heck, I think a 40-mile sail is pretty strenuous! But Maxi the cat was unimpressed. Maybe it’s because he saw what a very small portion of the race they’ve completed thus far:

Maxi is unimpressed…

That little blue line pointed to by the arrow? That’s how far they’ve come.
See that star WAY up in the upper right of the chart, under the word “Alaska”? Yeah. That one. That’s where they’re going.

40 miles down. 710 to go!

Looks Like They Made It!

Trimorons arrived in Port Townsend!

After four separate boat inspections (including the boat-sniffing dog) Team Trimorons crossed the mountains and arrived at Port Townsend. The next few days were busy doing last-minute packing and organizing, and a few other things…

Team Trimorons all together!
Logo placement #1…

There was the question of attaching the logos…

Logo placement #2

Then there was the question of organizing provisions…

Provisioning…

Chris is a neatnik, so Christina Rose is cleaner and more organized than she’s ever been in her life!

And Jeff needed a way to remember the occasion…

R2AK Forever!

Vlad can’t wait to start eating the roast meat…

Dinner!

And last but not least, a couple of shakedown cruises…

Testing the spinnaker…
And testing the genoa!

Monday, June 5 at 0500 is the big start. Team Trimorons assures me they’re rested and ready!

More Scenes From the Northcountry

Up ahead: The Crazy Mountains

The Two-Thirds Trimorons slept deeply and awoke early. The plan was to be on the road around 0400; there was a slight delay as they realized they’d managed to lock the keys inside the van.

Oops.

Fortunately one of the windows was slightly cracked, and they were able to use the boat hook to retrieve them. They started on their merry way, towards the Crazy Mountains.

Apparently the name is an anglification of a Crow name; Wikipedia gives two slightly different sources:

The name Crazy Mountains is said to be a shortened form of the name “Crazy Woman Mountains” given them, in complement to their original Crow name, after a woman who went insane and lived in them after her family was killed in the westward settlement movement.

The Crow people called the mountains Awaxaawapìa Pìa, roughly translated as “Ominous Mountains”, or even more roughly, “Crazy Mountains”. They were famous to the Crow people for having metaphysical powers and being unpredictable—a place used for vision quests.

The view alongside

In any event, you can see why they call Montana “Big Sky Country”….

The Crazy Mountains are getting closer….

And the Two-Thirds Trimorons are drawing towards Port Townsend….

In Washington State, they have mussel-sniffing dogs! “Finn was certified as a Zebra/Quagga mussel-detection dog in 2022”!

It looks like they’ll be following Route 90 into Seattle, and taking the ferry from there!

R2AK: Scenes From the Northern Lands

“Geese in Flight”, by Gary Greff

They call it the “Enchanted Highway”. It’s a 32-mile stretch of highway connecting with Route 94, in North Dakota, decorated with what’s billed as the largest collection of scrap-metal sculptures in the world.

Despite spending 30 years crisscrossing the United States as a long-haul trucker, Vlad doesn’t recall having been on route 94. So 2/3 of the Trimorons decided to take the Northern Route to Port Townsend. They didn’t take the Enchanted Highway, but came close enough to have a look at one of its most famous sculptures, “Geese in Flight”.

Farther along, they passed by the Theodore Roosevelt National Park, a section of the North Dakota badlands:

Cruising through the badlands…

It turns out that when you’re hauling a collapsible trimaran, you end up with more than just reduced mileage and a fair amount of wind drag. You get bugs. Lots of bugs. Whose short lives, sadly, become still shorter upon contact with the amas…

Bug cemetery

As our intrepid heroes drove into Montana, they encountered something they hadn’t expected…

All watercraft must be inspected!

It turns out that Montana, land of 3,227 lakes, is fiercely protective of its waters. Any boats entering the state must be inspected for the presence of invasive species, which includes mussels, plants, and ummmmm… barnacles!

Montana boat inspection

Apparently, the boat was launched in “high risk” waters. Fortunately for all involved, it had been thoroughly cleaned, dried, and painted since it last touched water. I feel a lot better about having spent a Saturday morning last month scrubbing barnacles off the bottom!

Johna scraping barnacles in April

Of course, Vlad also thoroughly cleaned, scrubbed, and painted the boat afterward! In any event, our hard work did the trick, and the Trimorons were rewarded with this:

Cleared to proceed!

Onward!

Trimorons inform me they’re planning to stop for the night and rest up before tackling the mountains tomorrow.

Halfway There!

Halfway there! (Actually, a bit more…)

Nothing much has changed here at Pomestye in a day and a half. The sky’s still cool and overcast, with drizzly-to-rainy patches. The earth smells fresh and the strawberries taste sweet. The birds chirp and the rooster crows.

But in the just under a day-and-a-half since Team Trimorons left, they’ve made it to the Dakota Badlands.

This sounds a lot more exciting than it is, as evidenced by Jeff’s video:

Sailing through the Badlands…

Fortunately, the trip thus far has been uneventful. The next big event (after arriving in Port Townsend) will be Chris’s arrival from the UK. Once the Trimorons are together… watch out, world!

And They’re Off!

Mast and Stern Tip Disappear…

It’s 0800 Sunday morning.

The faraway sound of the “Star Spangled Banner” filters through the air. Somewhere (the base across the river?) someone plays the recording every morning at 0800. 

It’s cool, about 60 degrees, and overcast, with drizzle. Earlier in the morning Vlad walked me through the garden, showing me which plants need to get fed, staked, or benignly ignored. I picked my first harvest of strawberries and pineberries (which taste like the Platonic ideal of strawberries, despite being white). The running of Pomestye is now in my hands, ready or not. 

Jeff and Vlad woke up early this morning, around five. They ran a few last loads out to the van, did a few last minute checks (who has what in the first aid kit?) followed by a hearty breakfast out on the deck: potatoes, scrambled eggs, and sausage, with not quite enough coffee (but is there ever enough coffee?). 

Inspecting the Rig

Then it was time to leave. 

We locked Callie inside to keep her from chasing after the van and trailer. They did the requisite checking of the hitch and confirmed the lights worked, taking about 20 minutes. 

I told Vlad to keep the windows open but wouldn’t say why. 

Vlad Ready to Go

As Vlad stepped on the gas, I hit “play” on my phone and blasted the USSR National Anthem. The Race to Alaska traditionally starts with that, for unknown reasons (This year, they’ll be playing the Ukrainian national anthem, which seems fitting.) 

They both grinned and laughed. Then with a wave and a smile, they disappeared. 

Their race has begun, at 0818 AM Sunday May 27. 

Stay tuned….!

“Am I Really Doing This?”