Strong tidal currents surge back and forth from the deep Northwest Bahamas Passage ("the tongue of the ocean") and the shallow Bahamas banks every six hours, so I figured we would try to leave on an outward surge off of the Berry banks headed towards Nassau, hit low tide in the middle of the deep and catch the incoming surge into Nassau for the second half. 35+ knot winds and waves building to ten feet were predicted for the day. I was hoping entering and exiting in a tidal surge moving the same direction as the wind would keep the waves down. Surely my rough guess at favorable tidal currents would keep seas down to easy four foot rollers...
...35-40 knot winds built to ten foot seas by the afternoon.
Odd wave patterns converging from the two stretches of deep water behind us.
I didn't think that Robin's gloriously curved eight-ton fiberglass and lead underbody could surf, however GPS speedometer regularly surged more than three knots over base speed as the waves passed underneath. We even hit 10.2 knots on some surfs. (though the overall readings could be influenced by tidal currents). We started the day with a double reef in the mainsail, but were fully reefed shortly into the route. Our tiniest triangles of sail were both pinned in place by 40 knot winds, and Robin plowed a massive trough in the ocean. Bottomline, our 38 mile trip, anchor up to anchor down, took exactly 5 hours, giving an average speed of 7.6 knots ... in a classic full keel sailboat with a 25 foot waterline. #micdrop #mindsblown
Eventually Sarah had to help me on the tiller during the hardest moments of windward helm. It proved too much for Alfred (the self-steering windvane), and I was exhausted after nearly five hours of holding course and could barely handle it myself.
We were happy to see land, even if it did mean the waves got steeper. We surfed one last time past the lighthouse and breakwaters into Nassau Harbor entrance. The waves immediately died down to a heavy chop and we finally struck sails as we made our way past the cruise ship docks to the anchorage. There are even more videos of the passage on our YouTube channel if you didn't get your fix of POV sailing at casual bicycle speeds.
The anchor was barely in the ground before we prepped the dinghy and headed to shore to toast being alive and upright. It took three drinks to calm down and a fourth to toast Robin's bad-ass-ery on a record setting passage.