1953 Sydney To Hobart Yacht Race

The 1953 Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race, was the 9th annual running of the "blue water classic" Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race.

Hosted by the Cruising Yacht Club of Australia based in Sydney, New South Wales, the 1953 edition began on Sydney Harbour, at Noon on Boxing Day (26 December 1953), before heading south for 630 nautical miles (1,170 km) through the Tasman Sea, past Bass Strait, into Storm Bay and up the River Derwent, to cross the finish line in Hobart, Tasmania.

The 1953 Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race comprised a fleet of 23 competitors, the largest ever at the time. Line-honours were awarded to Solveig, the Australian racer custom-built of the rare Tasmanian wood Huon Pine in Sydney by the Norwegian Halvorsen family and skippered by T & M Halvorsen. Solveig won in the time of 5 days, 7 hours and 12 minutes. Solveig is yet today a sound vessel, lying Honolulu, Hawaii, U.S.A.. Ripple, skippered by R. C. Hobson, was awarded handicap honours on adjusted time using the International Measurement System (IMS).

Read more about 1953 Sydney To Hobart Yacht Race:  1953 Fleet, Results

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