Wednesday, December 2, 2015

New Skeeter (bought from Jay Yaeso)


2015 Commodore’s Award to Jordan

This award is the original painting of Red Bryan’s "Yankee Boy" by Art Hooten, which is circulated among the membership according to length of membership.

Monday, February 3, 2014

EISA

JORDAN WAS REGATTA CHAIRMAN FOR THE EASTERN INTERNATIONAL SKEETER ASSOCIATION REGATTA ON MONTY BAY, LAKE CHAMPLAIN, NY THIS PAST WEEKEND. HERE'S TWO DRONE PICS OF THE PITS:

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Lloyd Young Memorial Regatta

Feb 2 was the date we held the Lloyd Young Memorial for the DN and Lo-Rig Classes. Conditions were perfect for racing at Bantam Lake, CT, with the only exception of a singular hole that the DN fleet leader found without much trouble, sorry Rich. Fleet Captain Dave Danielson did a fantastic job of organizing and conducting the regatta, Thanks Dave!! The results are as follows: DNs Lo-Rigs Jordan Glaser – 1st Mike Acebo – 1st Jake Glaser – 2nd Ted Bent – 2nd Harry White – 3rd Bill Cady – 3rd Congratulations !!

Friday, January 6, 2012

Sail Magazine Article (Picture of Raising the Mast)

Home › Racing › Inshore Racing Racing Iceboating Adventures By Sail Staff • Posted: Dec 13, 2011 It’s 1100 on a Saturday morning in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, day two of the 2010 Northwest Ice Yacht Racing Association (NIYA) championship regatta. The temperature hovers around 20 degrees, typical for late January. Dozens of iceboat crews and their supporters mill about the South Side Ice Yacht Club (SSIYC) on the banks of Lake Winnebago, which is covered with hard black ice as far as the eye can see. There’s just one problem: no wind. Welcome to the world of iceboating, in which patience and a willingness to “chase the ice” wherever and whenever it forms is the name of the game. In this case, the process of chasing and waiting for the right conditions for the 2010 NIYA championships began days earlier when race committee member Greg Simon of Madison, Wisconsin, started scouting sites for the upcoming event. On the Wednesday before the regatta, after spending hours on the phone, Simon learned from Mike Peters, an SSIYC member, that conditions looked good on Lake Winnebago. According to Peters, the ice was smooth, solid and almost entirely snow-free. Simon made the fateful decision to set the race for Friday through Sunday at SSIYC. Immediately, the news spread through the iceboat community, and sailors from as far away as New England and Minnesota began preparing their boats. Nearly 1,000 miles away, defending Skeeter class champion Dan Clapp of New Jersey received word of the decision from NIYA secretary Paul Krueger and promptly hauled his boat’s 54-inch runners into his shop for a sharpening. Within hours he and his support team were on the road and headed west. Barring any mishaps, they hoped to have their A-class Skeeter Insanity rigged and ready by noon on Thursday. In fact, top iceboat sailors spend far more time maintaining their boats than actually sailing. Runners must be sharp with correct profiles. Side runners must be perfectly parallel, with cross pieces, or runner “planks,” carefully measured for deflection. Masts must be tested for stiffness. Stays and shrouds must be at optimal lengths to allow for loose or tight adjustment depending on the wind condition. But for iceboaters, that’s all part of the fun. A Little Patience Friday morning arrives sunny and clear, a bad sign: a high-pressure system is now firmly established. Nonetheless, a carnival like atmosphere pervades the SSIYC mooring area. Four different classes are set to compete—the DN, Stern Steer, Renegade and Skeeter classes—and masts from a variety of boats fill the sky, from the world’s largest iceboat­—the 55-foot A-class stern steerer Deuce­—to a 9-foot youth-training Ice Optimist. Eventually, Simon, who competes in the Renegade class, and NIYA Commodore Chip Sawyer decide to cancel the day’s racing, but the fleet takes it in stride. Clapp and other skippers line up their boats for a Skeeter class photo. Other sailors discuss the agenda for that evening’s annual business meeting. Following the meeting, skippers and their families head back to the yacht club for an old-fashioned Midwestern fish fry. Saturday morning brings more of the same. But the fleet is used to waiting. As midday approaches, Sawyer swaps out his iceboating helmet for a chef’s hat. The smell of grilling venison steaks fills the air as he serves lunch to those race organizers who must remain out on the course in anticipation of a change in conditions. Everywhere, you can hear the crunch of metal-spiked boots as sailors make their way to the club for a lunch of brats and sauerkraut. Suddenly, there is wind! The race committee springs into action and takes the unusual step of setting up two separate courses to make up for lost time. The DNs and Stern Steerers will take turns racing on one course, while the Skeeters and Renegades share the other. Simon and Mike Peters volunteer to score and judge the second course, foregoing their chance to compete. Tension builds as boats line up. No one is wondering whether it was worth the wait. Iceboat races are sailed over a windward-leeward course, with the marks ideally placed at least one mile apart. A starting line is set up several hundred feet downwind of the leeward mark. Three laps is typical for most classes, although Skeeters typically sail more because of their speed. On this particular day, the four-lap Skeeter race is over in less time than it takes to sharpen a set of runners—blindingly fast! The high-powered craft scream over the finish line then turn into the wind to stop. Clapp slides Insanity’s clear canopy away and nimbly jumps out. He walks over to congratulate Jay Yaeso, skipper of Haywire, who finished first by only a few seconds. The second race is equally fast, and this time Clapp finishes just ahead of Yaeso. As the sun sets, the fleet sails back to the mooring area. Sails come down and runners are lifted off the ice. All four classes have sailed a full complement of races. Worth the Wait Sunday morning dawns with the wind turbines along the Lake Winnebago shore spinning madly. Skippers speed out for a few pre-race laps to learn the wind patterns and check for bumpy ice. Clapp wins the first race of the day, giving him a one-point lead over Yaeso, who finishes in second, setting the stage for an epic finish. The third lap of the fourth and final race sees Clapp and Yaeso running neck and neck as the 15 boats in the Skeeter fleet gybe around the leeward mark. Judge Simon stands with his shotgun ready to signal the first boat across the line. Insanity and Haywire are wound up, screaming downwind side by side. At the very end, Haywire soars ahead of Insanity by the half a runner’s length. Clapp and Yaeso finish with six points each overall and will share the NIYA Skeeter title—a great finish to a great regatta. Despite the lack of wind on Friday, all four classes have managed to get in enough races to determine a champion. As for Simon and Peters, their sacrifice has not been lost on the other sailors. “A fine display of sportsmanship that reminds us what good sailing is all about,” says Renegade sailor Greg McCormick. Racing concluded, everybody helps each other disassemble their boats. A couple of hours later, the only sign there was a regatta here are the tracks left by the runners on the empty frozen lake. But the memories will last a lifetime. Unlike summer “soft water” sailing where there’s a lot of drag on the hull passing through the water, iceboats experience very little friction as their runners skim across the ice, which allows them to regularly sail six times the true wind speed. As a result, one of the biggest differences between iceboats and conventional soft-water boats is the role played by apparent wind on a reach or run. Sailing upwind in an iceboat is similar to sailing upwind in a soft-water boat. But iceboats are so fast, and the apparent wind goes so far forward off the wind, that gybing downwind is much like sailing a beat, with the apparent wind crossing the bow, the same as when tacking. To start a race, skippers stand next to their boats, which are lined up at a close-hauled angle to the wind. When the gun sounds, the skippers all push their boats forward in a running start to begin generating apparent wind. Once the boat is moving as fast as the skipper can push it, he or she climbs in, bears away slightly and adjusts the sheet to accelerate to top speed. Iceboat sails are cut extremely flat to accommodate the narrower tacking angles they experience. Draft depth for an iceboat sail is approximately 5 percent of chord length, compared to 10 percent for a catamaran and 15 percent for a monohull. In the DN class, the middle of the mast is also allowed to curve, or bow, dramatically to leeward, so that the luff of the sail parallels the twist in the leech. The resulting spoon-shaped sail creates a better ratio of lift to drag, and therefore greater speed.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Chasing a Coyote Down the Hudson River




2/12-15/03: "John Gannon's Road Trip"
By: John Gannon



My journey to iceboat on the Hudson River was my first really big road trip by myself in the seven years in this sport. Wednesday I arrived late, saw the conditions and the ice flows piled up 8-10 feet, and wondered what I had gotten my Yankee and myself involved in. I was definitely afraid of breaking up my boat, but I was assured there was a passage out there, onto the 5 mile stretch of black ice; even though it was covered with 3-5 inches of snow.



John Gannon and his boat, "Fool's Gold"


Thursday, I was nervous and very slow to set up my boat, but Jordan Glaser and Jack Jarvis set up their boats rather quickly and headed out with a steady 15 mph wind. After two whirligigs Jack wasn't happy and headed home. Jordan persevered and began his flight down to Rhinecliff in his DN. John Sperr and Brian Reid guided him through pressure ridges, ice packs and hummicks. Christmas trees and red flags marked open water. Freighters and barges were still operating in the channel on the western shore of the Hudson. Sailing along that five mile stretch to Rhinecliff took them under the Rhinecliff Kingston Bridge, which looked about 300 ft above the ice.

Alone now, I decided to go for it. I must thank a fellow named Dock, who had his own C stern steerer, but sacrificed his day to help push me out of the entrance. After two tacks, I was under the bridge. My GPS recorded a maximum speed of 48.3 mph: I felt like I was on top of the world. The return trip was not as smooth; my runners were digging into the snow going upwind. Chris Kendell kindly helped me push my boat back. The experience made me decide to break down my boat the following day.


Midriver


Saturday, Buzz Chase and I got our share of rides on the Jack Frost. Buzz got to be a sheet tender and he enjoyed it so much he was reluctant to release his grip. The Jack Frost is as magnificent and majestic as anything you've ever heard. I also had a chance to ride in John Rose's boat, the Aurora. A stay broke, the mast came down, and the boat flickered.



The hospitality and camaraderie displayed at Astor's Point is something to be learned and admired. John Speer (SPERR) and Jessica Bard shared soup and kept us warm with the heat from a potbelly stove. We sampled merlot and chardonnay made by John before it's bottled to be shipped to the restaurant, the French Laundry. The day ended with a party at the commodore's house, Bob Wills. It doesn't get any better than this.

On a personal note, I would like to thank Rick and Ania Aldrich for their generosity and hospitality; something I will strive to reciprocate.


John Gannon

732-229-6215

gannongobra@aol.com

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