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Anthem Adrift
Fun and Games
09/02/2011, Day 3 to Fiji

Icom HF Radio and Chart Table

2 September 2011

Formerly effective Honda generator has become obstreperous after some months of inattention. Oil change finally induced it to run, but not to accept a normal electrical load (battery charger). Black smoke and horrible burning odor after several minutes of attempted operation might possibly also not be a good sign. Will probably take it to authorized repair station in Fiji for remedy... and angels will probably fly out of a bodily orifice.

Automatic control of SSB has become indisposed due either a USB cable or hub. Symptoms are inconsistent and illogical. Must be a computer. Where's Steve Jobs when he's needed - hasn't returned a single phone call. At least data cable works if spoken to very gently and with feeling.

Otherwise another beautiful day of sailing passes as rain associated with a cold front that has chased us since morning draws near with backing and apparently, temporarily easing wind. Enhanced trades expected Sunday for a boisterous starboard tack reach last four or five days of passage. Let the games begin.


Music of the Night
09/01/2011, Day 2 to Fiji

Cup Locker

1 September 2011

Another good day of sailing averaging 6 knots with only the occasional death roll. Wouldn't be so noisy if someone would secure loose detritus in cup locker (cups?). Not holding breath from here on as forecast shows wind going astern then east and running to 25 within next few days. May need that new third reef.

Not quite smooth enough to grill lamb on the barbie. With kumara, green beans, grilled tomato and a vintage iced tea dinner was 4 star (point off for Clif Bar dessert).

Midnight watch swaddled abed in heavy duvet. First watch ready for same in 3 long hours. Always takes a couple days to get into rhythm. A scythe of moon peeking through clouds is meager help for rereading Asimov's "Foundation and Empire".


Food for Thought
08/31/2011, Day 1 to Fiji

Marsden Cove Piers

31 August 2011

Off we went like a one turtle herd at 1045L after ingratiating ourselves to customs guy Bruce by hiding in the cafe over brekkie when he arrived early. He probably didn't mind wasting 20 minutes looking for us before continuing his otherwise chockers day.

Initial wind (as forecast, oddly enough) was 140 degrees off port bow (for the compassly (not a real word) challenged that's 40 degrees from dead astern) at 14 to 17 knots. Partly cloudy sky and easy sea made for an uncharacteristically auspicious beginning for a passage.

Having scant appreciation for a captain's duty to abuse crew, Jan took issue with the 2100 to 0800 watch, but agreed to make dinner and take midnight to 4. Alimentary inducements have thus produced malleability in said captain.


Is It Warm Yet?
08/30/2011, Marsden Cove Marina Near Whangerei

Anthem at Marsden

30 August 2011

Lay day in Marsden Cove due waiting for weather and customs. Neglected to send 48 hour notice reference that second thing. Who knew they took silly rules so seriously? Would have waited until this evening anyway, so take that. Spent extra time to rig 3rd reef in main and fix washdown pump and solar panels. Why, you may ask, wasn't that stuff done in Auckland? Ummm... I'll have my people get back to your people with that answer in a few days.

Just to impress everyone with newfound diligence, wish to mention also topping off diesel tanks, draining all water to refill with some that's actually clear and tasty (Pier 21?) and performing a multifarious assortment of additional tasks too numerous to mention.

Should be off the dock around 1000 local which is 2200 GMT Tuesday or 1800 EDT Tuesday. Very confusing. Would much simpler if everyone was on my time. And speaking of daylight savings time - bah humbug!


It's Alive!!!
08/29/2011, Marsden Cove Marina Near Whangerei

At the Helm

First a Cliff Note of catch-up. Extended stay in Kiwiland was due excessive and costly boat work and circumstances attendant to association with Jan, a Canadian permanent resident of Australia. She's a beautiful and talented, 51 year old surgical nurse who independently loves all the lifestyle concomitant with cruising and with whom a permanent partnership has been initiated to share the adventure. More specific information for the inquisitive few will require individual contact.

So, after nearly 10 boat months in New Zealand (seems longer in people months), Jan & I, echewing caution, good sense and really fine if inexplicably pricey lamb, have left Auckland to begin sailing north toward balmy Fiji. Having been apprised of an affliction here referred to as winter, we are girding to avoid loss of nether regions due associated thermal conditions expected first several days. As location is South Pacific this circumstance seems horribly wrong.

Because customs and immigration status approach limit of local tolerance until arrival of FBI report allows permanent residence application, we will clear out at Marsden Cove to cast off into the great ocean Wednesday morning, he confidently avers, for the perfect 9 day passage. Weather router in Maine probably meant to assure us of this.

Finally, to the chagrin of preposterously thousands of literary critics, this moribund blog is thus declared alive to a currently indeterminate degree. Frequency and extent of future postings will be revealed in the fullness of time.


Swans Don´t Sing
06/14/2011, Pier 21, Auckland

I Love the Irish

After sevenish months of near spamlessness (not a real word), many of you have concluded that I went crazy and ran away to the South Pacific, never to be seen or heard from again. This is not entirely true as the sanity question remains open. Anyway, as more perceptive of you may notice, this note contains, to some degree or other, communication.

Ship and crew currently reside at Pier 21 in downtown Auckland, New Zealand (as distinct from Old Zealand which was apparently misplaced) where they will remain, but for a side trip to visit friends in disparate locations using a more weatherly craft made by Boeing, until at least August.

Nebulousness (real word) enshrouds subsequent plans as uncontrollable circumstances will dictate for awhile. All crew are earnestly hoping for a couple of months sailing Tonga before return Kiwiland November to again avoid cyclone season.

Despite vow of sloth (coincident with unintentional vow of poverty) will be applying for "work" visa in this country. Alas, due to engendering chills and queasiness, both the word and its physical manifestation had for some time been expunged from common usage, but fear not as no such activity is in prospect. Allowing a longer stay for process, the visa is a step to gaining permanent residency. Huh? you may query. A little shaking of head, 'tsk'ing or blind faith may be helpful at this point as there is no intention to cease cruising indefinitely, quite possibly in a generally westerly direction. Think expansion of options. Events will, as always, unfold in the fullness of time.

The following for personal friends and email recipients only: For some of you changes since November may have inhibited outflow of warm fuzzies. This is regrettable, but should ultimately not have been as great a surprise to you as it was to me. Hopefully subsequent events, should you keep apprised of them, will not further suppress what remains. At any rate, I love each and every one of you like a brother or a sister and will be delighted to receive and subsequently, courteously reply to any manner of correspondence.

Having expended numerous words on scant explanation, will further not elucidate why emails will cease. All those wishing exposure to future effluvium must now wait until it reflows and then bring it upon themselves online at Sailblogs.

Fair winds and following seas to all.


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