<![CDATA[Nevada Yacht Club - Blog]]>Thu, 19 Sep 2019 19:06:39 -0700Weebly<![CDATA[What A Great Year: a note from our 2018 Commodore]]>Mon, 24 Dec 2018 05:37:36 GMThttp://nevadayachtclub.org/thebinnacle-nevada-yacht-club-blog/what-a-great-year-a-note-from-our-2018-commodorePictureThe 2019 Board
by Timothy Ehrlich
What an amazing year for the Nevada Yacht Club. We have had two of our largest sail training sessions, a fantastic growth in our A fleet class, new energy surrounding the Temple Bar and the Nancy Cox Races and a new youth training program.  This is entirely due to the involvement of our members, yes thanks to all of you for making 2018 such a fantastic year.

As 2019 gets started we look forward to the expansion of these programs and others and will require even more member participation.  I had a wonderful meeting with the incoming Commodore Bobby Kawamura and can tell you, he is enthusiastic towards meeting the needs of all the members; racers, cruisers, social members and yet to be new members.  To that end, I know the biggest challenge is finding people to dedicate just a couple hours a month towards committees and this is where we need your help the most.

Heading or sitting on a committee is the best way to get involved with any organization.  Find something you are passionate about and raise your hand.  Currently, there are two committees needing assistance; Clay is putting together a committee to review our current PHRF rules and there is a committee needed to add absentee voting to our bylaws.  In regards to other programs that are coming, Bobby will communicate more information in the coming months. I encourage you to find a place to help and this club will continue to grow and meet the needs of the sailing community in 2019.

I want to personally thank the Board and all the members for allowing me to be serve as Commodore in 2018. It was an awesome experience, and it could not have been done without all the volunteers that stepped up and led the way while I was out of town.  I hope you all have a wonderful Holiday Season and make 2019 the best year ever out on the lake.

<![CDATA[Temple Bar Race - fall 2018 "Ostrom Cup"]]>Thu, 25 Oct 2018 21:17:41 GMThttp://nevadayachtclub.org/thebinnacle-nevada-yacht-club-blog/temple-bar-race-fall-2018-ostrom-cup
report by Sheree Wilson " Little Rascal" Catalina 27   This Temple Bar / Ostrom Regatta will not be forgotten! Our lake racing was just that... UGH... Day one races were called mid race due to lack of wind. Day two we saw some very heavy winds as well as very light ones. We did get off three races on the second day and Little Rascal was all over the place; strained muscles on the first race, finishing first on the second race and barely making it to the finish line on our way home.
Day 1:  After an enjoyable long day of mostly motoring, the fleet arrived at Temple Bar Marina, ready for cocktail and food. Before, I could get through my first cocktail, I suddenly found myself in the lake, sandwiched between our boat and the dock! Thank you to Mike of Blew By You for being there in time, and for pulling me out safety! Needless to say, the unintentional dunk put a damper on the rest of the evening.  Meanwhile, Roger of Ghost was busy on his boat getting ready to have his first cocktail of the evening when he slipped down the companionway on and badly bruised his back. Jay (also on Ghost) lost his glasses overboard at some point around the same time. 
Overnight, it rained complete with thunder and lightning.  Everyone was concerned for Bobby of El Cucuy knowing that he was sleeping on deck.  I’m sure that endeavor was short lived!
Day 2:  We all got up the next morning, took care of all ofour wet laundry and made our way to the restaurant and had a great breakfast. Not sure how Roger made it, but I could barely breathe, (pretty sure I’ve broken a couple ribs). Maraya also of Ghost stepped up and took a frigid dip to try to find Jay’s glasses but the water was too murky.  As always, we all got ourselves together, headed out and had another fun day of “Lake” racing as we headed for home.

Thank you as always to our Race Committee, Clay Ostrom!

photos contributed by Sheree, Roger, Bobby and Mike
<![CDATA[Fall Series 2018: What A Turnout! Something For Everyone!]]>Thu, 11 Oct 2018 23:45:49 GMThttp://nevadayachtclub.org/thebinnacle-nevada-yacht-club-blog/fall-series-2018-what-a-turnout-something-for-everyonePicture
report by Sheree Wilson - Little Rascal    Fall Series 2018 was fairly typical of lake sailing.  Day one, NO wind...but a lot of sailors playing in the water, chatting and having cocktails. The weather was outstanding and the water was warm.  

Two weeks later was Fall Series 2, with the forecast of wind in the afternoon. Race Committee had already warned us that we were going to hold out and wait for wind as long as possible.  So, we waited and waited, then just as predicted the wind came up and the racing began! We got off two races thanks to Clay Ostrom, our amazing race committee. “A” fleet had a good showing with more boats than the B fleet... a rare occurrence.  Winsornaut, in “B” fleet experienced some breakage and headed back to the dock just prior to the beginning of the race. The rest of the fleet sailed on and had two really exciting races.

This last weekend we wrapped up the Fall Series with some very nice weather a little bit of rain/drizzle a nice little breeze and a lot of great sailing. The big surprise was that Nohri the beautiful J92, in A fleet, showed up for the race! Skipper Larry Folsom along with his amazing crew haven’t sailed with us in forever, so it was GREAT to have them back! Also in A Fleet for their first time in a Series was the Tartan "Gammon"! Welcome! 

And FYI - out of five races in the Fall Series, in “B” fleet Little Rascal finished first in all five. Can’t help it... I had to toot our own horn a little bit. :) Final results for both fleets are at the end of the blog. Lots of fun all 'round!

Checkout the facebook report below from Tim (Lake Mead Tim) on the Santana 20:
At the end of race three last Saturday, my boat had a man overboard event. Crew's vest inflated and he was very quickly grabbed by a helpful citizen on a wave runner. We didn't think we could get him back on board our boat or the committee boat. Crew asked to be taken to the beach, and it turns out those folks drove him back to the Marina. Clay ran me in to the visitor dock, and I eventually found our crew. He seemed okay, did not appear to be shaken up too much. Good work from everyone, and a reminder to wear your pfd."

Checkout The Race Results HERE

<![CDATA[SLATE FOR Board Announced - Vote on Nov 1st]]>Fri, 05 Oct 2018 19:50:47 GMThttp://nevadayachtclub.org/thebinnacle-nevada-yacht-club-blog/slate-for-board-announced-vote-on-nov-1stPicture
Dear Membership,
It has been an amazing year!  Our club has nearly doubled in size for last year, both our sail training programs have been completely full and a new youth program is taking hold.  It is now time to vote in the board that will continue on the great momentum that has been building the last two years. 

The process of selecting a board is the responsibility of the Rear Commodore, Jim Rosaschi.  Jim brought to our meeting the following slate to be considered by the membership at our October Business Meeting on the  25th.  Which we accepted through the regular process.

Commodore - Jason Kipp
Vice Commodore - Rich Faber
Fleet Captain - Clay Ostrom
Treasurer - Lydia Brown
Secretary - Bobby Kuwimara
Cruising Captain - Naomi Emmerson
Past Commodore - Timothy Ehrlich

After the board accepted the slate, Naomi Emmerson announced that she would be running opposed to Jason Kipp as Commodore.  When there are two candidates for president this is the normal process.  Jim selects the candidate for the nominated list, then anyone who would like to run opposed would announce their candidacy. The next step is that each person will present themselves at the meeting in October and we will need to have a Quorum and a vote for the Commodore.  We will have two votes if there are no further changes.  The first vote will be for Commodore, then the second vote will be to accept the rest of the board as presented to the members.  Should Naomi receive the winning vote we will have an open position for Cruising Captain.

It is very important that members do their best to attend the meeting this October, either in person or by proxy.  Currently, the club has no provisions for a digital proxy.  That is being proposed at the next board meeting and will also likely be voted upon at the October meeting.

It has been a great pleasure serving the Nevada Yacht Club over the past two years.  If my personal circumstances were different I would continue on indefinitely, but the wind has changed and I must adjust my sails.  When our trip is over Kari and I will be returning to California, I still have business interests in Vegas and will return often and hope to see many of you frequently. 

Timothy Ehrlich
Nevada Yacht Club

The Meeting will be Thursday, Nov. 1st 2018 at The Boulevard Bar & Grill 9860 S Las Vegas Blvd,
Las Vegas, NV 89183
  come at 6pm for dinner or just come for the meeting and club business at 7pm. YOU MUST BE PRESENT TO VOTE. Or you may send a proxy voter in your place with advance notice to info@nevadayachtclub.org

<![CDATA[Darling Memorial Race - Skippers Reports Are In!]]>Wed, 02 May 2018 22:15:30 GMThttp://nevadayachtclub.org/thebinnacle-nevada-yacht-club-blog/darling-memorial-race-skippers-reports-are-in Picture
Report from Olivia & Erik
Family Tides - Chrysler 22
This is quoted with permission from their facebook post in the NYC Group page.

What a day! Erik and I did a “24 hour” sailing race!
Started off a bit rough, being completely new to sail racing, didn’t know where the starting line was (oops, go back around!) and then blew a fuse during the very first radio check. Erik fixed it on the fly getting all out electronics back, including the charger for the iPad containing all our charts. 5 boats total, we brought up the back of the pack through the whole day. Everyone else’s butts looked great sailing out over the horizon 😂
This was one of the most fun challenging sailing days we’ve ever had! Heavy winds, to light winds through the narrows, back to heavy, gusty, and lumpy water. I rounded up once with a heavy gust I wasn’t prepared for during a gybe. More sail changes than I care to remember and we could have easily done more! (Can I have a furler for my bday pleeeease!)
The leg from surprise reef, heading south out of Overton Arm was the best sailing we’ve ever done in the Chrysler. The gusts quit and we had a consistent wind while close hauling and watching the sunset and moon rise. Then in the space of an hour the wind died completely, then got gnarly, then died again 🤔 Lake Mead can be an asshole. Went from the genoa to heaving to with a storm sail and reefed main and then back to the genoa! Around the same time we heard that Ghost, the leader in the race had run aground and needed to be pulled off a sandbar. We hope the boat came away from that unscathed!

Around 1:30am, and still with the whole narrows in front of us and no wind, we turned on the motor and got moving home. Motor-sailed the whole way home and passed Boulder Island at about 5:05am.
To everyone involved, thank you sooo much!! This was an amazing experience and it was so incredible to be a part of it. Clay and the Race Committee were there lending support the whole way. We learned a metric shit ton and can’t wait to put that new knowledge to use. Thank you again everyone!

:Family Tides
Slip to slip stats:

76.5 nautical miles covered
20 hours 47 min elapsed time
Max sailing speed 6.5 kts
2 fist sized bruises acquired

Report from Rand Sheree Wilson 
Little Rascal (Catalina 27)
This is quoted with permission from their facebook post in the NYC Group page.
Little Rascal had a great time on the Ron Darling race, it was a tad bit grueling, but we finished at 3:40 a.m., exhausted! This was one of the tougher RD’s we’ve been on. The water was very choppy, the winds were high but not steady, and it felt like forever trying to get out of Echo Bay and into the Narrows on the way home.
We had a good turnout, 5 boats, and great start ...first over the line, with Ghost right behind us and passing us before we got to the first buoy. Randdid an amazing job going through the Narrows at night, and for me the tacking was intense, but we made a lot of ground on Ghost who was ~1/2 hour ahead. We came out of the Narrows just behind ghost by seven minutes rounding the Callville buoy. Our only events on Little Rascal were losing our whisker pole overboard, doing a quick man overboard drill and saving the pole! (It was brand new) Less than a 3 minute event... I had a big gust at one point and rounded up losing my hat 🧢... (on that one it was blowing way too hard to even think about saving it, plus we were racing and it was a freebie). Once we finally made it into the Narrows Rand kicked ass and we jammed! Once through the Narrows, Ghost rounded the Callville buoy, we rounded just after and took a left turn, Ghost took the coastal route and ran aground on a sand bar... after just about two hours, Race Committee Clay Ostrom, was able to assist and pull them off of the sandbar. Yay!!!! Also, thank you to Steve on Winsornaut for checking in with his expert advice! 

As it happens once we were able to get back in the race the wind had died! We got back in the race at 12:54 and finished at 3:40, delirious and begging for wind. This race is always an experience and usually our favorite, this year it was a little too grueling... special mentions... We were the only veteran RD sailors, the other four boats were sailors new to our lake, new to the club, and at least one was new to sailing! I am pretty sure 3 of the 4 boats are new to Lake Mead! To take on this race, and this year ESPECIALLY this one, hats off to all who attended! 19 hours & 83 miles on the water!

Little Rascal
Slip to slip stats-
83.6 nautical miles covered
18 hours 54 min elapsed time
Max sailing speed 5.7 kts
2 fist sized bruises acquired

Report from a collaboration from Helmswoman, Maraya's Garmin summary and Trimmer, Naomi's experiential account.
Sovorel 33 GHOST - Skipper Roger Morse

We were late to the start line, but soon overtook Little rascal reaching close to 8 knots on! Winds eased in Boulder Canyon and we shook out the reef and installed the 150. We sailed in Virgin Basin and a windline was clear! We quickly installed the 100 until the chop and gusts got uncomfortable so we reefed the Main again. Winds speeds averaged about 24 knots in Virgin Basin and Overton Arm with peak gusts about 35 knots. But it was consistently from the SE and SSE so we were either screeming along on a broad reach or close reach. In heading for the marker in Overton Arm we clocked over 10 knots hull speed as we were riding the waves and on a broad reach. 

The track above is only the first two thirds of the course before the battery gave out. Our track was remarkably different from Family Tides' due to a veering of the wind!

The little "glitch" in the Temple Basin exit was due to having to deal with an headsail's baton caught on the upper forestay which required us to take it down, untwist it and hoist it back up again all in 30 knot gusts! We lost a checkstay early on, so had to keep a close eye on backstay tension and mast pumping. At sunset, around 1900hrs, winds near the entrance of The Narrows from Virgin Basin blackened and became very switchy (must have been that shift that helped Family Tides beam reach it out of the Arm!). Estimated 30 tacks through The Narrows and another 50+ tacks (under the light of the full moon) to get through Boulder Canyon to the other side (Boulder Basin). One gust took us almost clear around 360 degrees before changing back! It's an ominous experience seeing those glowing moonlit cliffs and trying to judge how close they are and decide whether to tack earlier than later just in case the wind decides to shift or die before you hit!

 After clearing the last Callville mark at 2245hrs, still ahead of the rest of the fleet, we waited too long to tack and ran aground on a sandbar (N 36 09.079  W 114 33.003).  This sandbar is not on the NOAA chart date 13th Ed, only RK (rock). In fact that land mass under the word Callville on the google satellite is 5 feet under the water surface on our chart! Whoops! Little Rascal's nav lights were visible exiting the Canyon, (how did they catch up to us so fast?!!) After unsuccessfully connecting via VHF with the Race Committee boat (Clay), LR stuck around and kept watch (check out her track below!). With audio help from ashore (Steve with Winsornaut) we attempted everything to get her free but she was dug in deep! Race Committee arrived on the scene around 1245hr.  The solution in the end was a tether on Ghost's stern and a lot of juice from Committee! 

N 36 09.079  W 114 33.003
​GIVE THIS AREA LOTS OF ROOM!! (H for Hazard, RK for Rocks)
When we were floating again, Clay escorted us to deeper waters and with our engines now running (no longer in the race) we motored home arriving in our slip, bruised both in body and spirit at around 0235hrs.  It was both challenging physically and mentally, but would not have changed a thing in regards to wind force, direction and air temperature. Just perfect for such a unique, one-of-a-kind lake race which, when all is said and done, after tacks and zig zags, is closer to 100 miles than 77!

Slip to slip stats:
70.07 plus sailing miles covered (garmin stopped)
14:30 hours (approx) elapsed time sailing (slipped at 0235hrs)
Av speed 5.9 kts

Max sailing speed 10.86 kts
1 fist sized bruise and multiple grape sizes all over

Lil' Bit - Santana 22 Frank and Anthony
Report by Frank via text message -  Yes, we did finished! it was a lot of fun and learned much. Lil' Bit was amazing. We did about eight sail changes, and She faced all the conditions like a champ. Skipper and crew are starting to get her figured out but there's a long way to go (especially with flying the shoot). We broached pretty hard a couple of times and broke the spin pole, we would have been better off not flying the shoot but I insisted. It was fun while it lasted. Also, we tore the main but got it repaired without much delay. Sorry no pictures, my phone died early on and crew didn't want to play photographer. We finished under sail at 0348hrs.  We ran the motor briefly at the end of narrows to get away from the rocks when the wind stopped.  We heard the radio comms as ghost was getting unstuck. Had nice light wind sail the entire Boulder basin to the finish. Lil' Bit kept us busy most of the time, especially the return through the Narrows. That was the most challenging part of the race. Thanks for a great event, especially thank you to Clay for watching over us and running the race.

Relative Wind - Catalina 27

Report via text from Skipper Keith with Crew Anthony -  We tried to enter the Narrows at night four times but poor Dennis was so tired I had to trim the jib and main sail myself so we had to start the motor.  We sailed again at the other side albeit at 0.9 Knots! We moored at the Marina at 0550hrs under the power of the jib as we had no power to start the engine.

<![CDATA[Climb Back On My Talking Horse]]>Tue, 20 Mar 2018 07:00:00 GMThttp://nevadayachtclub.org/thebinnacle-nevada-yacht-club-blog/climb-back-on-my-talking-horseby Leslie Godfrey
This story takes us back to Spring, circa 2009.  Beginning sailors, Andrew and I were still learning the art of sailing our 1976 O’Day 27, Windchime II in good conditions, let alone on blustery days.  We had recently been caught in an unpredicted blow while cruising The Narrows of Lake Mead, Nevada.  Unable to get the boat under control by sail, we turned on the motor and headed back in.
The best way I know to recover from a fall is to get back on the horse.  My family came to visit not long thereafter and my Dad and sister suggested we head out to Lake Mead for a sail.  "Sure, let's do it!"  I say, forgetting our uncomfortable experience just a few weeks prior. We pack our trusty wheelie-cooler full of cocktails, then head out to the lake.

The wind is great.  We are sailing in an easy fifteen knots, and we're all having fun dipping Winnie's rail in the water. Then, the weather pipes up, again. Downwind from the marina, we decide we should turn back.  Rounding up into the wind to turn around, we find the wind too strong for both the main and the jib.  Intimidated by the idea of reefing the main underway, we decide to take down the jib and try to sail under main alone. 

During the process of dropping our foresail, there is much flapping and splashing. I'm on the helm. Andrew goes to the bow to yank the thing down.  My sister is down below, too cold to stay on deck, and my Dad is ... let's just say he's judging.

Pretty soon we have things under control on a port tack, but we are running out of "sea room.” We need to change tacks to avoid the islands.  "Ready about!"  I call.  I remind my Dad to keep his head down.  There isn't much for Andrew to do because the main will tack on its own.

"Coming about!"  I push the tiller across the cockpit and Windchime rounds up into the wind. 

"Uuugghh!"  I swear I can hear her grunt with effort.  Then, her bow catches a gust and falls away unable to make the tack.  I give Andrew the side-eye, trying to silently communicate: "That didn't work," without my Dad noticing.  Andrew shrugs.  My Dad isn't a sailor, but he isn't stupid either.  It's pretty obvious we are still sailing toward the island that is in our way. 

I wait, letting Windchime gain some speed and momentum again. I fall off the wind to give her more oomph, then say "One more time."  I heave the tiller over hard, hoping to swing her through the wind faster this time.  "Uuh..uhhh....uuuuggghhh."  Rejected again.  Windchime just can't get through the wind.  I reach down and turn on the engine and smile.  "No matter, we'll just give her a little extra oomph with the motor."  We fall off, gain speed, attempt the tack again, and I give her some forward just as she comes through the wind.

As expected, the mainsail fills with wind from the other side, Windchime levels and then tips over to her other hip, and we start sailing the direction we want to go.  I leave the engine in neutral until the next tack, then use the engine to cheat again.  "See, Dad?  It's all under control!"  I don't say this, but I leave it hanging in the air.  Fake it until you make it, people.  

While Andrew boldly declared our mutual intention to go to sea a while ago, my Dad seemed to be ignoring him, assuming these to be the insane ramblings of youth.  I suspect it was only the combination of my nerves of steel, big smile, and the fact that he never thought we would really go anywhere at sea that saved the Oddgodfreys from a Paternal Safety-At-Sea Intervention. Dad is pictured here on board for a much less blustery day on Lake Mead.
Two days later, we stand in our driveway waving as my parents and little sister drive away.  As soon as they are out of earshot, I turn to Andrew and say, "Let's go back out to the sailboat."  We hop in the car.  "I have an idea."  I say, as though this is the most brilliant plan ever hatched.  I pause for effect.  "Why aren't we reefing the mainsail and keeping the jib up?  She needs power on her bow to get her around the tacks." 
Back out at Lake Mead the wind is still up.  We get Windchime successfully out of her slip and into open water.  We put up the mainsail, stopping when it is only half way up.  We tie down the series of little ropes called "reef points" used to tie the extra fluff of the sail together and keep it from catching wind.  It makes the mainsail smaller, and therefore, less powerful.  Now, we put up the little forward sail - the jib.  I turn off the engine and sit in the cockpit with the tiller in my hands.  Windchime builds speed: 5, 6, 7 knots.  "Whhheeeeww!" I cheer, feeling pretty good.  Winnie dips her rail in the water and flies.  I'm feeling like a genius, until a gust of wind slams across the lake and into our sails.  Windchime heels over harder, I pull the tiller harder, but she doesn't respond because she is tipped so far on her side that her rudder is no longer making purchase.
My stomach turns to a boulder, and my heart leaps to my throat.  "Whoa, whoa!"  Andrew says.
"Release the jib! Release the jib!" I say, asking Andrew to let out his sail.  I grab the mainsail sheet.  I yank it out of the cleat and let the wind take it out of my hand.
"zzzzzziiyyiiyyyippp!"  The mainsail widens its stance on Winnie's deck, the sheet comes loose, Andrew releases his sail, and Windchime bobs upright.  We lose all our speed, but now I don't feel like we are going to flip upside down.  Andrew and I look at each other, and I grumble. Then, I really do hear Windchime.  "It's okay.  Let's try again." 
"Windchime?"  I ask.
"Yeah!  Let's try again."  She says.  Her voice is soft and playful, but she's not mocking. 
"Okay," I think.  "If you're game..." She answers my thoughts, "I'm fine.  All you have to do is balance my sails.  You almost have it." 
"Yeah, but the wind gusts!"  I think.
"Right, I know.  What if you keep the main sheet in your hand and just let it out a little bit when you feel a wind gust coming?  I swear, it will work." ​​
I tell Andrew Windchime says we should try again.  He starts cranking in the jib to trim for speed.  I tug the mainsail back into place and Windchime rocks onto her hip again.  With just the right sail trim, the tiller is easy to hold.  There is no yanking from the rudder one way or the other.  I can almost let go and let Windchime sail herself.  Balance.
But then, I can see it.  A gust of wind is ripping across the lake, ruffling the water into a series of white capped ridges.  "Puff coming!"  Andrew says, getting ready to take the jib off.  "No!" I say, "Leave it.  I'll let off the main."  Andrew seems uncertain, but he can always throw his line off if we are feeling too tipsy again.  As the gust approaches, I click the mainsail sheet out of its cleat and hold tension.  The gust hits us and Windchime starts to lean.

"There, now, let out just a liiittttllee bit..."  Windchime whispers in my ear as I let a few inches of line slide across my gloved palm.  I pull the tiller toward me, gently.  Windchime stays balanced.  The gust goes past us, and she rolls off her hip to sit like a duck in the water.  We lose speed.  "Now, tighten back in."  She says.  I pull the mainsail back in the few inches I released. We resume speed and tip toward her comfortable heel.  "Great! See?  Now, next time as the puff leaves, draw my mainsail back in.  Don't wait until we slow down and go flat,"  Windchime tells me.
“That makes sense, I think. I can't wait for the next gust to try it again.  We sail and sail, building up speed.  5, 6, 7…  Andrew has his handheld GPS out and now he's counting off our speed.  Another gust comes.  "Let's see if we can break 8!"  I exclaim.  Windchime and I work together.  As the puff hits, I let a little mainsail off and we fly!  Comfortably.  We don't feel like we are tipping over. We don't get waves washing over her deck.  She remains balanced right on that edge where the water rushes just below her toe rail, with white foam and clear gurgles. 
"EIGHT POINT TWO!"  Andrew calls out.
"WHOOOHOOOOO!"  Windchime and I cheer in unison.  The puff stays with us for a few seconds and then starts to pressure off.  I pull the main sail back in and Windchime stays on her edge, keeps her speed.  It's like she and I are dancing together. 

I'll let her take the lead.

Leslie Godfrey and her husband Andrew, residents of Henderson, Nevada, learned to sail on Lake Mead on their 1976 O’Day 27, Windchime II.  They are now sailing the waters of Indonesia, 15,000 miles and two years into their first bid to circumnavigate in their Valiant 40, Sonrisa.  Follow their journey at www.oddgodfrey.com and join us at the Whitney Library on April 9, 2018 for a presentation and Q&A regarding their experiences at sea.

<![CDATA[Finding Boulder Wash Cove]]>Sat, 03 Mar 2018 05:48:32 GMThttp://nevadayachtclub.org/thebinnacle-nevada-yacht-club-blog/finding-boulder-wash-covePicture
​Look at all those cliffs! Look at all those rocks! Look how deep it is! These were some of the thoughts going through my head as I contemplated heading out for the first time to find somewhere on Lake Mead to overnight - to “boat-camp”! I asked around. I heard Secret Cove, Middle Point, Castle Cove. They all sounded very exotic and good candidates, but they certainly did not show up on the very rudimentary, dated map that was on the boat my husband and I were now members. 

I love maps! I discovered this trait early on when I was 9 years old sailing with my family on Lake Champlain in New York State. I can read and study a map longer and with more interest and enjoyment than I can reading a book. So, the first order of business was to get an updated chart of Lake Mead, which I happily found online from American Nautical Services 

But we were impatient and wanted to start exploring before the map would be delivered, so, I thought I would keep prying the natives for specifics. “So where are these coves, anyway. They’re not on this map?” I would ask showing them the basic red and blue fishing map provided by Park Services. “Oh, you don’t need a map!” the veteran Meaders quipped. “It’s just over there, next to that hill.”  You mean the hill that looks like ALL THE OTHER HILLS?  I was on my own.

The weather was warming, and before it got too hot, we wanted our night beneath the stars! Find a cove, anchor up? How hard could it be? We had been told that most boaters just “beach” and raft up with their anchors on shore! I told my husband, “I guess, we’ll just know what to do, when we see it.” So, we packed up the cooler, some water, the hammock and some steaks and headed in the general direction of The Narrows (which I later found out is the name of just one portion of Boulder Canyon), completely “guessing” where the opening was. Binoculars and following where other boaters are appearing and disappearing are the key! ​ 

Entrance to Boulder Canyon (Boulder Basin side)  36deg 7' 42" N 114deg 39' 34" W

The stark beauty of the rocks as they towered and narrowed above us was gloriously – colors and shadows shifting as the sun sunk lower in the sky.  We started to get anxious as darkness approached and there was no obvious way to “moor up” or anchor.  Do we set up fenders and attach ourselves to the cliffs? What?! That can’t be right. We pressed on. What about that cove? Way too narrow.  Let's try that one!  No, better not...who knows if there’s a beach at the end of it. Plus, this wasn’t our boat. I did not feel comfortable beaching someone else’s boat without them being there to show me how to do it.
We got through the Narrows and I peeked desperately into yet another cove. This time I spied a faint white "something" poking out of the water. Is that a no wake marker? Why would there be one of those in there, if not for boats travelling in and out of the cove. I got out the binoculars and sure enough, I could see some kind of structure floating deep in the cove. A raft? 
We cautiously headed in and discovered our very first boat pumpout station! "What the heck is that?" I exclaimed. It's a Park serviced dock with toilet facilities and a sink for cleaning out fish. It was peacefully floating and rotating in the shadows, inviting us to spend a perfect night on water so calm, the peaks were upside down.

That night would be our first night attaching our lines to what we now call "a poop dock"! We re-visited Boulder Wash Cove two more times that year (we discovered the name when I finally received my Map!). We also discovered two other docks last year: Hideaway Cove and Rufus Cove. The Lake Meaders laugh at us for docking on these, but we like the convenience and safety of these docks. They swing with the wind, which can come up quite violently and unexpectedly during the night, and the off board head is pretty convenient, especially in the morning!

Boulder Wash Cove  36deg 09' 52.7" N  114 deg 33' 00" W
18 miles from Lake Mead Marina

This first trip, I had not thought to check google maps for details about the Lake. Since then, I use it all the time to zoom in and find the names of coves AND their co-ordinates! Even the distances of them from the Lake Mead Marina in Boulder Basin (Hemenway Harbor – which everyone seems to pronounce Hemmingway) our home base. I am starting to use my Navionics app too, but my cell reception to connect to the internet for both these is not very reliable, so I always carry with me my paper chart, a hand held compass and watch. With these three things, I can pretty much always gauge where I am and how long it will take me to get home.
If you would like to see the video log of our third trip to Boulder Wash Cove visit The Desert Sailor Youtube channel, where I also show you how to tie the Ashley Stopper Knot.  

​Article by Naomi Emmerson, Cruising Captain 2018
<![CDATA[The Long Distance Race To Temple Bar - October 2017]]>Wed, 31 Jan 2018 20:00:00 GMThttp://nevadayachtclub.org/thebinnacle-nevada-yacht-club-blog/the-long-distance-race-to-temple-bar-october-2017Picture
​This is an annual long distance race held by Nevada Yacht Club, that starts in Boulder Basin near Boulder Islands and goes through The Narrows, across Virgin Basin, through Temple Basin into Temple Bar. The racers stay overnight and the whole thing begins in reverse the next day. Depending on the wind and track traveled it can be up to a 72+ mile race

This blog entry was contributed by Jennifer Davis, a recent graduate of our Sail Training. Jennifer has jumped in wholeheartedly into sailing, and we thank her for the race report below.
​On the morning of the race, which would start at the Lake Mead Marina in Boulder City, Nevada, the Boathouse Restaurant was a total ghost town (complete with giant plastic spiders). Nevertheless, the kitchen still whipped up some solid breakfast burritos for the incoming crew and had plenty of hot coffee for the 8am Skipper meeting to get underway. The 37 mile track would take approximately eight hours, and all six boats would end their journey at the Temple Bar Marina in Arizona.
A little after 9:00 A.M. everyone had launched from the dock and got off to a strong start with the help of 13 knot gusts. About an hour after the horn was blown to start the race, some boats were caught dead in the water after stumbling into scattered air pockets with a wind speed of absolutely nada.
While two boats managed to avoid capture, the rest lagged behind waiting for the wind to pick back up and pleading with the wind gods for mercy. In time, a fair amount of opinions began to sound off over the VHF-radio about how to proceed. Race Captain, Clay Ostrom, put an end to the discussion when he "called the race" around 11:25 am in favor of making good time to Arizona before night fall under power. Head sails came down, engines turned on and everyone safely motored through “the narrows” to head to the next starting line.
On the other side of the Narrows, the winds were much more favorable for a race! The race committee set up for the second leg of the race starting at East Point. 

To make up for the rather anti-climactic end of the first race, everyone was at full tilt for the start of the second. Starting line nicely demarcated by with the puffy floating triangle on the port side and the race committee boat on the other,  all 6 boats went barreling through in what felt like pure mayhem. In an all-around attempt to take the lead, there were several close calls and shouts of “STARBOARD STARBOARD!!” to avoid outright collision. Once all the boats found their place and got out of each others way, Kona managed to pull ahead. Immediately the competition clustered together, leaned hard to the right and hugged the cliffs to get around the bend, creating an impressive sight and an intense moment of exhilaration.
As racers pulled out of the curve, they spread out and began to zigzag back and forth across Virgin Basin towards Temple Basin, trying to stay in front of the wind in order to keep their momentum. Temple Bar came into sight around 3:45 pm. The first boats to arrive were: 
All the boats pulled in and got checked in without much fanfare. Soon the music came on and the food came out as everyone gathered on the dock for a family style potluck dinner with more than enough of everything to go around. Special mention goes out to Race Captain Clay’s really fresh and tasty gourmet wraps as well as Cruise Captain Tim’s super tender steaks and chops! NYC is lucky to have some really great and generous cooks in the bunch. As the sun went down and the stars came up, many stayed up as long as they could to catch the meteor shower before giving up and going to bed. 
​Sunday morning started at the Temple Bar Marina Restaurant with a hearty breakfast, GREAT coffee and group chit chat about family crests, fire safety and the jewel paved streets of Dubai. Its easy to linger here but soon everyone had to head back down to the docks to get ready for the trip back home to Lake Mead Marina in Boulder City, NV.

Once we were out of the marina, Clay rode out ahead to check the wind speeds. He radioed back to say it was “smooth as glass all the way” so we pretty much motored most of the way back to home base. But, there was no love lost because the journey was still just as breath-taking as it was on the way in, only we got to enjoy it a little more…
Thanks for sticking through to the end of this post, I know it was a little long winded! :) If you would be interested in coming out with us please check the event calendar for one of our many social sails: Winter Sunday Fun-day’s or Summertime Thirsty Thursdays to meet everyone and get a taste of the sailing in Las Vegas on Lake Mead.