Our passage from Nova Scotia started out perfectly, with northwesterly winds (meaning they are from the NW and since we were going southeast, they were directly behind us, the so called “following sea”), almost pushing us. Perfect for Dauntless as she handles waves from behind very well.
Before our purchase of Dauntless, my research had indicated that the Kadey Krogen as a function of hull design, was not only one of the most effieeincet boats out there, but also, probably for the same reasons, it handled a following sea very well. Meaning, as a wave lifts the boat from behind, the Krogen hull continues to keep the boat on track, whereas boats that do not handle a following seas well, the boat will slew sideways and try to roll down the face of the wave on her beam.
Julie and I tested this the first time out on the boat. It was the second day after closing and we felt it was time for a trip. Now, not knowing anything about Florida, or Stuart, where we were, we fired her up, and headed down the river and out the inlet. Wind was blowing onshore, producing big ass waves. But then what did we know? We had bought a boat to go around the world and if it couldn’t get out of this inlet, better to realize our mistake sooner rather than later.
We certainly were not afraid, curious is a better word. So we are heading east out of the inlet, into 6’ to 8 foot waves on our bow. Shout period waves, plain annoying. Julie and I are in the pilot house, holding on for dear life as the boat goes flying up and then down (pitching), with a little roll (maybe 15°). We’re doing fine, when we hear this large crash from down below. We had not secured the door to the fridge, so our wine and club soda bottles had come crashing out and were rolling around the salon floor along with the two chairs and couch.
Only one club soda bottle had broken, so we felt that was the best of omens. After about 20 minutes of this pitching and rolling and with no more adventures, we felt it was time to turn around. Now, I did know enough that I did not want to get hit by a wave on our beam, so much like skiing, when one turns on top of a mogul, I used power and our big rudder to get us turned without too much drama. (I’ve certainly rolled more since).
And as we put the winds and seas behind us, it was like the 8 ft. waves disappeared. Dauntless was transformed form this bucking bronco to the old grey mare. The combination of our speed going in the direction of the waves and her hull form, made the waves almost disappear.
Right then and there, we knew we had made the right decision.