The first transatlantic yacht race was sailed 100 years ago by professional crews. One owner went along for the ride, the others simply waited ashore to collect a bet of $30,000. Since then, ocean yachtsmen have learned that far richer rewards are earned by working their own boats. Not the least of these are such delights to the eye as are shown here—vast expanses of blue-green sea, the ineffable curl of a white sail and the peaceful dapple of sunlight in some snug anchorage.
Big-boat sailing is full of contrasts: the struggle on the foredeck at sea over how to set a spinnaker [left], the domestic moment at the mooring when the wet sails are hung out to dry like laundry [right] and the peaceful thank-God-it's-over drink.
A courageous ocean sailor tightroping his way forward along the boom to make an adjustment on the mainsail creates a sharply human accent in the geometrical pattern of straining Dacron sails.