I mispoke. It was so gnarly on the water that I snapped two new trapeze wires, and a single diamond wire. I have to admit, the line failures were mostly my own fault. I had just bought a waterproof housing for my camcorder the previous day, and I was completely engaged in filming radical waves, flying hulls, and elated, sea-soaked trapeze artists. I wasn't paying enough attention to the boat or the conditions, and a combination of a rogue wave, 25+ knot gust, and cleated main + dropped sheet did me in. The boat went over when both my crewmembers flew into the drink and the mainsheet was nowhere to be found. I got some awesome crash footage, that is, until the camcorder housing smashed against the boom, cracked, and flooded out! Now that I think of it, the camcorder is still in the boat; I haven't yet had the heart to view the remains of my old friend.
Strangely, if you can believe it, this was both my best day of sailing ever, and my worst. To ride the line between control and abandon in big wind is an incredible place to be. If I hadn't bent the mast, it would have been all good.
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