Word From the South


Assa Abloy co-skipper Mark Rudiger reports back to madforsailing from the Southern Ocean
We have been playing the type of close tactical cat and mouse game you would see more on an overnight coastal race. For me it has been more reminiscing of one of the many Mexican races I did in the heyday of the California sleds when we would have 10 boats locked in combat for days running down the coast. We have been fighting for boat lengths here and there with sail changes and boat trimming by the minute. Yesterday we were so close to Amer Sports One most of the day, we could tell when Cayard was driving by the black curls sticking out of his hat and the way he cocks his head to one side staring down the tell tales. It feels strange to be racing against Cayard especially on Dalton's boat. But we definitely have enjoyed the challenge and so far holding them off. I have been computing from the radar and with a VMG program, how we are fairing to the mark and to the new breeze constantly. Now that the warm moist air from the north west is hitting the colder water, we are sailing in and out of fog banks enhancing the mouse chase. The fog is also a wake up alarm for how much time we will spend in low visibility and when will the first signs of ice appear. All the boats were in radar range a few hours ago, but now we can only keep track of SEB and News Corp, and occasionally Amer Sports One. SEB has made small gains lately, and both of us have been gaining on the rest. But now that we can't see them, we will have to speculate until the next sked how we are really doing. Some of the boats have opted to sail faster due south

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