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”
Hanalei Bay, Kuaui, HI, 25-JUN-2020 — If you’re asking why are we still in a Hawaii, it is the proper question.
We were to have left Tuesday, but will leave tomorrow instead.
I’ve wriiten that in a cruising boat, you, the skipper/owner/crew are the weak point: the boat will protect you. I am the weak link. I have been injured and then suffered from Vertigo. We waited while I healed.
Continue reading “Why are we still in Hawaii? We leave in the morning.”Ko Olina Marina, Kapolei, HI, 8-Jun-2020 — Brion Toss died the night before last. The news arrived in an email from Scott Wilson, a mutual friend in Cambodia.
Sometimes, news like this hits you right between the eyes and the cumulative unspent emotion doesn’t want to stay unspent.
Continue reading “Rigger, Author, Friend: Brion Toss Dies”Ko Olina Marina, Kapelei, HI, 24-MAY-2020 — The binary roller coaster we ride, we’re sailing to Alaska, we’re not sailing to Alaska, was turned on its ear and into trivia when we learned our friend Greg James drowned a mile from shore.
Jennifer learned about Greg’s death through a post by Kevin McBee (who you can see in the attached video) on a sailing group.
I called the local police, who were closed, and eventually the coast guard to try to get ahold of Greg’s family before they learned about his death on the internet.
Continue reading “Greg James, The Accidental Village and the Binary Roller Coaster”Mooloolaba, Australia, 18-May-2020 — Jennifer and I had texted Greg the previous few days discussing what he expected to happen when he arrived unannounced in his 34-foot sail boat in Australia.
We watched his progress as his inreach satellite phone posted on the web. We teased him when it appeared his boat was in the surf off Mooloolaba, the site of a large marina. We figured Greg had carried his sat phone with him ashore in his pocket. When the posting stopped, we were certain he’d turned it off. Had the aussie border people taken exception to his arrival, we laughed.
But, Greg was dead by then.
Continue reading “Our friend, Greg James, dies in boating accident one mile from harbor”Ko Olina Marina, Kapolei, HI, 5-MAY-2020 – The Clash song, should I stay or should I go, always echoes in my head at times like this. We’re vacillating between leaving the boat here and sailing to Alaska. Dutch Harbor by the edge of the Aleutians to be exact. It’s potentially a bunch of weeks at sea in a weather window.*
The major question is, would we be welcome and could we sail from place to place? The answers are all over the place, changing from day to day. The kicker is how might answers change while we’re at sea for three or four weeks?
Continue reading “Sit or Sail?”Livin’ la vida barco
Ko Olina Marina, Kapolei, HI, 30-APR-2020 – Well, it’s happened. We’ve acclimated. About the time that I decided we were here and it’s time to connect up Alexa, 70 degrees became sweater weather.
When I was 11 years old, we moved from Toronto to Long Island. I remember the weather from that winter vividly. There was knee-high snow, and the weather for us kids from Toronto was mild. We wore windbreakers with a sweater underneath the entire winter.
The next winter was more typical and milder still. But, by then we had acclimated into winter coats and corduroy trousers.
Continue reading “It’s dropping to 70-degrees tonight, could you grab a sweater for me?”
