Delivering ‘Time Out X2’

I didn’t have to look far. I asked my 21-year-old son, Frank. As a lifetime sailor and a current coach training junior sailors at the Blairgowrie Yacht Squadron (BYS), Frank’s skills are top-tier, and he was available to step away for the week. Having him beside me on the helm and navigating the deck didn’t just add an extra layer of safety—it made the entire trip infinitely more memorable and fun.

Our journey began on a crisp winter afternoon, slipping our lines at Martha’s Cove Marina at 4:35 pm under a fading June sun. Ahead lay a 19-nautical-mile journey to Port Phillip Heads. Anyone who sails these waters knows that “The Rip” requires absolute respect. Timing is everything. Executing our exit at exactly 7:50 pm during slack water. The Hanse 458 cut through the heads with effortless composure, turning her silver bow eastward into the open ocean.

Our first major strategic milestone was Refuge Cove at Wilsons Promontory. Our decision to stop here was deeply rooted in traditional seamanship: we needed to precisely time our upcoming daylight arrival at Lakes Entrance, ensuring we hit slack water to safely cross its notoriously treacherous bar.

We dropped anchor in the tranquil, sheltered waters of Refuge Cove, giving us a perfect 10-hour window. We couldn’t let a morning in one of Victoria’s most beautiful, remote wilderness outposts pass us by. We rowed our tender ashore and embarked on a brisk hike up the mountain trail. Standing at the peak, we were rewarded with a sweeping, breathtaking outlook across Wilsons Promontory, looking back toward the lonely vigil of the lighthouse.

At 9:30 pm, we lifted anchor and set sail into the dark. The conditions were nothing short of perfect. With a steady breeze filling in, we ran with a full mainsail and jib through the night and into the following day. Time Out X2 showed off her judel/vrolijk design heritage, tracking beautifully and eating up the 100-nautical-mile passage to arrive exactly as planned for the 2:00 pm slack water at Lakes Entrance. Tying up safely after a rewarding run, the four of us headed ashore to a local pub. There is nothing quite like the camaraderie of a post-passage counter meal, a couple of cold drinks, and a few lighthearted games of pool to cement a crew.

Leaving Lakes Entrance on the next slack water, the ocean welcomed us with open arms. We pushed eastward under full sails for most of the night. In the quiet, early hours of the morning, we sailed past the lonely silhouette of Gabo Island, crossing the border into New South Wales just as the rising sun began to paint the horizon in brilliant hues of gold and orange. As the day warmed up, we decided it was time to play. John’s boat came equipped with a Code Zero sail. So with perfect conditions and lots of time on our hands. We unfurled the code 0, it is the sailing boat and not a motorboat so why not make the most of what we have.

But the ocean wasn’t done putting on a show. As we cruised up the South Coast, we were suddenly surrounded by scores of whales. At one point, we watched in absolute awe as a pod of up to ten whales began jumping, breaching, and thrashing the water into a foam—seemingly rounding up schools of fish right beside us. It was a humbling, front-row seat to nature’s grandest theater.

An incredible boat, perfect winter conditions, nature at its finest, and the unforgettable experience of sharing the helm with my son—this is exactly why we answer the call of the sea.

Update from John Corrie — still at Bermagui:

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