Tuesday-Friday, August 1-5, 2023
Lake Quinault, WA
Rain Forest Resort Village
On the southeast shore of Washington State’s Lake Quinault, in the far southeast corner of the Olympic National Park, one of the most quiet places on earth, a motley crew of sailors mingled Monday evening under and around the log cabana in the center of the Rain Forest Resort Village, marking the beginning of the four-day 2023 Hobie H17/H18 North American Championship Regatta, host to 38 boats: 13 Hobie 17s and 25 Hobie 18s, second largest number of 18s and just two boat shy of the current NA record.
They arrived from four countries: US, Canada, Australia and Spain.
They took trains, planes and automobiles from twelve states and provinces: British Columbia, Washington, Oregon, California, Wyoming, Colorado, Nevada, Arizona, Oklahoma, Kansas, Iowa and Mississippi.
For some it is their first North American Championships. Others are more seasoned, such as Lonnie Byers, who holds the ridiculously low (i.e. old) HCA number of 1289. This feat is as impressive as holding a four-digit REI membership card.
Champions from near and far, including three-time Olympic medalist Australian John Forbes, plus Phil Collins, Will Nelson, Peter Nelson, Jim Sohn, and current NA champs John & Della Hoag and Bart Beck, looking to defend their titles.
Competitors rang in age from 14 to over 70. Students, dentists, truckers, musicians, CEOs, retirees, lay people. On the water they are all equal.
Organized by a powerhouse District 4 team consisting of Al Jones, Della Hoag, John Hoag, Paul Carter, Bob Combie, Don Atchley and J Rosenbach, the regatta promises stellar racing, mind boggling vistas, wind, sun, lawn games, camping, and delicious meals thanks to Dino’s, home to crunchy and melty hand tossed pizzas and walls covered with indigenous art, and The Salmon House, which serves up more than salmon, but also probably the tastiest Pacific salmon you’ll find anywhere on earth.
Monday’s (gourmet) bratwurst and hot dogs were accompanied by singer Ben Fagerstedt, young, impeccably dressed, ocean blue eyes, serenading the sailors clad in t-shirts, cargo shorts and flipflops, with ratpack era tunes, crooning hits from Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and the recently departed Tony Bennet. (For some it is hoped their sailing skills exceed their dancing moves.)
The next day the racing begun. Tuesday dawned with sunshine, blue skies—and a light breeze. A change from the near 20-knot winds for the previous weekend’sregatta.
Once the oscillating breeze settled in, Race 1 started in a 6-knot westerly, though the 17s in the rear found themselves struggling to emerge from a hole at the west end. Two 18 sailors, Dan Tarleton and Chris Kujiper, took advantage of the lull by going for a dip, trusting their vessel to take a slow walkabout before rejoining its skipper and crew. Four races and several capsizes filled out the day.
Race 2 saw a building breeze, with the beat for the 18s to the windward mark taking a mere 7 minutes.
But boat racing is about more that just sailing to a mark before your competitors. It’s about resiliency, perseverance, and a hefty dose of MacGyverism.
In Race 2, the 18 sailed by skipper Arden Rathkopf and crew JJ Hoag broke apart. That’s right. Without warning, and like a knife through butter (but with a distinctly louder and teeth grinding noise) the left hull severed off.
Neither Arden or JJ is a stranger to the water or boating, both being raised in racing families and sailing since birth. Arden’s folks run regattas, his father is the PRO for this year’s NAs. Arden is heading to Hawaii in a few weeks to begin his pursuit of a marine biology degree. JJ is a certified ER nurse and traveled to Spain’s Costa Brava last fall to represent the US at the Hobie 16 World Championships.
So with the fortitude and intelligence ingrained in them through upbringing, genetics, and education, the pair sprung into action to salvage their boat—and finish out the regatta. Truck rides, borrowed trailers, phone calls and with the help of friends, family and strangers in the sailing community, their substitute boattravelled hundreds of miles overnight from near the Canadian border and was delivered by 8am, ready for the first of Tuesday’s races. Oh, and the pair were on time for Tuesday night’s pizza dinner at Dino’s, taking time to pose on their spectacularly broken craft for the assembling paparazzi.