According
to the article, when the call from the stranded skipper arrived at the office
of Vessel Assist in San Diego, they quickly loaded a 34-foot tow-boat called Shelter Island, and got under way for
Oceanside, a trip of about an hour.
There they got a line to the sailboat and slowly towed her off toward
the open ocean.
It’s the
bit about how they got the line to the boat that seems remarkable to me.
“Once Shelter Island arrived, shallow water
forced the towers to stay almost a quarter-mile away from the jetty, which
meant that 1,200 feet of 1/2-inch towline would have to be taken to the
sailboat through breaking waves and against an outgoing tide by a swimmer —
Captain Shane Thompson. This would’ve been all but impossible with nylon rope,
but the crew had taken time to load a remarkably strong Amsteel Blue line,
which floats.”
Now I
don’t know if you’ve ever tried to tow a long line behind you in the water, but
it’s damned difficult. Even if it’s
floating, there is a tremendous drag from 1,200 feet of line. Simply swimming yourself
ashore (presumably in a wet-suit in that cold water) against breaking waves and
an outgoing tide would be difficult enough, but fetching in a half-inch line
the length of four football fields under those conditions is almost superhuman.
That’s a
job for a shallow outboard dinghy, or a personal watercraft, neither of which
the Shelter Island was carrying, I
presume. In any case, if the BoatU.S. story is correct, Captain Shane
Thompson, a technical dive instructor, did a mighty fine job and deserves the
highest of accolades. He must be some
swimmer.
Today’s Thought
I saw him beat the surges under him,And ride upon their backs; . . . his bold head
’Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar’d
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke.
— Shakespeare, The Tempest
Tailpiece
Did you
hear that all the toilets in New York’s police stations have been stolen? So
far, the police have nothing to go on.
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