Baruna was a boat to warm an old salt's heart. She liked it rough, with seas kicking up and a breeze with some weight in it. Soon after she cleared Newport's Brenton Reef Lightship for last week's long 635-mile thrash to Bermuda, the wind veered into the northeast. It blew harder as the night wore on. At dawn, Baruna's crew began shortening sail; the jigger was doused and later the mainsail was taken in. With only a Genoa jib set, she boiled along ahead of 35 rival ocean racers.
It was just what the skipper...
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