Thom Dunn
We were off Newport to witness. All 100+ feet of the Ondine was bearing down on us, a 36 foot sloop. Stanhope, a good skipper, had somehow gotten afoul of the behemoth as it negotiated in front of the Bermuda race fleet. I don’t know how the Skipper got out of danger, but he did incur cruses behind a clenched fist. Most boats were likewise reckless that day, flying spinnakers in a 35- knot wind!
And coming to leeward of this behemoth, Skipper Stanhope were he here today might likely feel was the craziest thing he had ever done.
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