Maxi 95 and Our Adventures
52° 51.276N 169° 21.166W , 12-Jul-2020 — we’re here. In ten hours we will anchor near a hot spring and sleep attached to land.
Sorry about yesterday’s abridged post… technical difficulties. The rest and an explanation tomorrow.
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51 02.6N 168 20.8 W — 11-jun-2020 12:56 HST — Motorboats have schedules, sailboats have destinations.
Caro Babbo demonstrates this as we arrive three days later than planned into Samalga Pass to the Bering Sea. Jennifer will blame this on a miscalculation in motoring capabilities, but the real arithmetic shows that of the four or five times we thought we should motor, only one or perhaps two would have been worth the fuel, if we had it to spare.
The wind, that the various models predicted and that the weather router person expected, did not show up as promised. Instead of the consistent 125 nm per day we have been closer to 100 and sometimes well below that.
Instead of arriving Friday, yesterday, we’ll most likely arrive Monday.
This has been a much easier passage than from San Diego to Hilo. None of the steering functions have failed, so we have not been reduced to tiller slaves. Continue reading “Sailboats have Destinations: Diligence and Attention to Detail”
44 41N 162 02 W. 7-JUL-2020 07:54 HST — Jennifer sleeps while I officially stand watch. It is foggy with little wind. Little wind has been the problem.
The passage has been good one, fair weather with great winds for the first week or so. The first few days we sailed above hull speed for hours and hours at time. One day was a 164 nm, well beyond what one should expect for a boat this size. (Broad reach, wind speed in the high teens, full main and 135% Genoa.) Continue reading “Fishnet catches us.”
23°35’N 160°13’W 00:14 HST 27-Jun-2020 — Today is my sister Linda’s birthday.
When I was a small child, I envisioned myself at age 46. It was the age I would be in 2000, so I was old enough to do arithmetic. I would have a beard and wear glasses. Forty-six has come and gone. As do the beard and glasses. I was a Toronto kid. The future was science and space ships.
The US, sailboats, and actual adult life were unseen and unimaginable. As unimaginable as crossing the North Pacific with a woman.
Tonight is a wonderful first night at sea. There have been occasional light clouds and an eighth moon that just set. The milky way is naturally mistaken for a cloud and if I used the app on my phone I could identify the stars and constellations. Continue reading “Eighty miles north of Kuaui”
15-oct-2019, 24° 39.75N 135° 28.78W — We’re about halfway there. In ten days we should arrive in Hilo. Stronger winds of the trades will push us wing and wing across the last one thousand miles and there.
The Predict Wind software we have been using for routing takes us on a dog leg keeping us on a broad reach, while our friend and guardian, Ray Penson has lobbied for the typical run- before- the-tradewinds route. Jennifer wants to try that, so we are changing our course southward to join the trades in the next three days or so. Continue reading “It will be night soon”