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the alternative title for this post was going to be "The Essex River Race, or When Dave Nearly Ends Up In the Drink In Ipswich Bay"
well, i survived this weekend. dad and i somehow finished the essex river race, against all odds, under the legal finishing time of 2 hours. oy, what a day.
so my dad and i blew it and didnt row the boat before saturday. instead i just trained on the erg for two weeks. big, big mistake. you could say that we learned our lesson the hard way. about 3 strokes into the race we realized that were was something majorly wrong with the rigging. the boat had shown up late to the course, so we didnt have the time to fix anything. even if it had gotten there on time we probably wouldn't have had the tools or know-how to fix it. it would have taken a boatman or rigger to make the changes.
basically, the "pitch" was way off. my theory is that the boat hadn't been rowed since the fall. so, massive disaster. on the recovery and drive our blades were at least 20 degrees off. what that meant was that our blades were either crabbing during the recovery or diving during the drive. what a mess. we had never had to row a boat like that, and it wasnt much fun.
a couple minutes after starting my dad was just saying "i think we gotta row it in. we can't row like this". but i, having been in a race 3 years ago where we did not legally finish, said "dad, we're not gonna have nearly as fun a day if we don't finish." whether or not this was the right call is debatable.
it was a very, very windy day, with serious gusts. the race is a 6 miler out around an island in essex bay and ipswich bay. the boat we were in was a 29 foot alden double, which is a good open water boat. but still, it was very windy, and dad and i are more comfortable rowing on lakes and rivers than the open water.
my dad was really freaking out, and i feel kinda bad for him, cause i pretty much put him through hell and back. he's tipped in a boat before (i haven't), so he was understandably scared. thankfully, we're both very experienced, and managed to stay upright. the coast guard told us on the water that 4 boats had capsized.
so we finished, but it was very, very hard. the wind and current were so strong at one point that we were literally being pushed back. dad and i are strong, but due to the pitch and rigging being so messed up, we were barely able to exert any force on the drive and gain leverage. but we stuck with it, and after two hours in the sun, bailing the boat out, and cursing, we finished. dad had some vertigo afterward and was exhausted from exposure, but we eventually recoved.
we hung out at periwinkles and tom sheas with jeff and friends, drove around essex, and hit up the essex shipbuilding museum. check it out sometime if you get the chance! it was really old new england.
Essex Shipbuilding Museumi'm not really putting up many photos of the face, cause honestly i'm still like blocking it out of my memory. it was that, i hate to say it, miserable. i'm glad we finished the race and had a good rest of the day drinking beers, eating chowder from as many places as possible, watching the preakness, and joking around, but we sure earned it.
ok that's my story and i'm sticking to it. i'll be in touch.
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