Sail Destiny

Destiny

We were fortunate to have Kent’s sons, Spencer and Tyler agree to crew for the race–a wonderful opportunity for the brothers Bradford to spend some mano/mano time together. Kent was thrilled to have them join us, and a little apprehensive to have “three of the most important people in his life”–to quote him–dependent on him as Captain of Destiny.

Capt. Bradford Awaits Start

Navigator John Coller

Bill at the helm

Jolie aka Seadog

The race began early on Sunday afternoon, with several classes departing ahead of us. By the time our class was scheduled to leave the wind had died and getting across the start line took some effort. Everyone was in good spirits and we were raring to go, so Kent put up the light air sail that we had borrowed from a friend for the race and we moved along at a decent pace. Then a few hours into the race a front came through with 20 kt. winds that built quickly. By the time the crew got the sail down it had ripped and became useless for the rest of the trip. What I had been assured would be a downwind race was upwind all the way, and so the adventure began as we slogged our way to Halifax.

So much for the light air sail

Ty sets sails

 Over the next four days before our arrival in Halifax at 4 a.m. on Thursday we experienced driving rain and high winds, followed by beautiful sunrises, fog and no wind. As we approached the Nova Scotia coast our knot meter was reading zero and the strong Bay of Fundy currents were pushing us backwards. We drifted around on a sea as flat as a lake in fog.

Spencer "OMG"

Gorgeous Sunset

A Hearty Breakfast for the Crew

Becalmed

Now Fog

Jolie & Ty Get some down time

Spencer & Dad Take 5

On Tuesday evening, after consulting with John Coller our navigator and considering the conditions we were in it was decided that even if the wind came up and we could make decent speed we wouldn’t make Halifax by the cut off time for the race. Kent started up the main engine which promptly died. After he successfully replaced three filters, the engine still wouldn’t keep running, so he called the Canadian Navy vessel that was escorting the race for information on options if we needed assistance.

John does some naviguessing

Tight Squeeze

Yeh, I did it

By this time it was approaching midnight, and the next thing we knew “Warship 702” was a dark shadow on the horizon behind us. Out of the dark came a high speed inflatable carrying men dressed in black and wearing green glow sticks. We later joked that we were boarded by the Canadian Navy but that it was a friendly boarding. Thanks to the chief mechanic on the warship yet another filter was changed and we were on our way, motor sailing to Halifax.

We arrived at the Royal Nova Scotia Yacht Squadron, the termination point of the race at about 4 a.m. in the morning in dense fog and were greeted with a six-pack of beer–a race tradition.  We had spent four nights and four and a half days at sea and covered approximately 400 NM.  We were DNF for the race but happy to be in Halifax.

Halifax Arrival

Celebratory Beer--we made it!

Destiny Moored at Royal Nova Scotia Yacht Squadron

The crew stayed for post-race festivities and then departed for home.

Destiny's Crew at RNSYS

Seeing the Boys off by Limo--nothing too good for our crew!