Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Tuesday, 10 June 2008

0600 position, 36N35 143W27 C073M S4.4, APP WND 330 S20

Our slowest day yet at 104 Nm. A couple hours of motoring straight into the wind. We were aimed straight at SF and I couldn't decide what tack I wanted to be on. By the way, we just dropped a digit. It is now 999 Nm to go.

A (really rough estimate of our arrival time in SF is a week from today (Tuesday, 17 June) or sooner.

We had the reef out of the main for a little while but it is back in now. The jib is half furled.

We passed the halfway point yesterday (gone 1100 to go). Decided to celebrate by doing the one tack of the trip (stbd to port). Mistake. It started to get cold right away. I almost froze during the evening party. (68 deg)

Around midnight we found ourselves on an almost parallel (but converging) course with something REALLY BIG (a tug and tow). The radar and the good binoculars were helpful in identifying them. They never did respond to 16. So, finally, we cracked off and went behind.

Dan says Caroline cautioned him against using the bunk beside the engine because it is noisy. (The skipper often having nothing better to do than charge the batteries.) Dan, who spends a lot of time on submarines, says it sounds to him a lot like a lullaby.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey Tina! It's your daughter Mara. Sounds like you're having quite an adventure ;-) It's gotten really hot over here (I'm currently in Healdsburg). I went to the river yesturday with Piper and Luis...the water was wonderful! I think Papa already told you that I most likely will be the one to pick you up. I hope everything is good for you on the open ocean. Come home safe! Much love,
Mara

Chris Doutre said...

Having spent many a "night" in that port quarter bunk, I can attest to the fact that you get used to the engine noise. The most interesting situation occurs when you tack over to a port tack. That bunk has no lee cloth (at least it didn't last time I was aboard), so you have to jam the mattress into the (very low) leeboard in such a way as to form a sort of hammock. Of course, Bill has to contend with that problem all the rest of the time on starboard tack. The cool thing about the port quarter bunk is that you're sorta "in the galley" so you are always aware, at least subliminally, if that's not an oxymoron, of everything that's going on. I love it.