Battle at West Gut

Ross Gilleland

Steady east wind peaking at 21 knots, doing 7 knots approaching the turn into Nubbles. Out going tide at West Gut. After the fifth tack making of almost no progress (the fishermen on the pier were probably saying, "that looks like a productive fun sport"), we turned the battery on and were prepared to fired up the iron sail, but the winds veered and gave us the lift we needed to kiss that pier goodbye.