4 March 2012
16 degrees C, 25 knots from the south, sun shining and rain. Summer in New Zealand.
On the day of rest, instead of doing much else, we rested. Jan finished Stieg Larsen's second "The Girl..." book and I was finally able to download detailed charts of our next year's travels into iPad and leveled new solar panel. Tomorrow may see organized activity if we don't devolve into complete decomposition.
5 March 2012
Brekkie and coffee injected energy into our system to avoid total entropy. The universe and life as we know it persists.
With highish hopes that exhaust manifold will be ready today (has anyone else noticed that even optimistic people only have half a glassful?) we plan to refuel for the expected motor through a no wind high to Picton.
Hose from truck didn't quite reach the boat and we couldn't move due to exhaust manifold deficiencies (mainly not being installed) so expect to refuel in the morning. Currently contemplating next backup plan due to weather bomb low that just went by stalling and sending a trough back over us. Said plan involves sailing to Napier tomorrow night before southwest winds re-emerge Wednesday morning to wait for next window. This getting to Marlborough Sound thing is turning into a chore.
Did, however, get manifold installed and it appears, after some tinkering and unlike my brain, to be leak free.
29 February 2012
Happy birthday to Rich's son James on his 8th birthday. He looks so much older. Glad I'm not 16.
Overnight from Slipper Island to Gisborne was surprisingly uneventful given reports of potential conditions around East Cape and forecast 3.5 meter seas from there down. There's nothing like a long period, large amplitude swell rolling into a rocky shore to impress on one the incredible power of the ocean without said individual getting beat up in the process.
Slight possibility to make 90 NM trek to Napier tomorrow, but adverse wind and sea slowing progress before the weather bomb hits makes Gisborne appear highly appealing. Not having experienced 54 knot winds and 9 meter seas, Jan seems reluctant to take the chance. Darn! The sacrifices one makes!
28 February 2012
After a restful (despite garrulous cows), but short night in South Bay on Slipper Island (also private - there seem to be a lot of them) we weighed anchor before 0600 in order to arrive in the protection of Gisborne Harbour by tomorrow evening. Blowing a hoolie ain't in it. We could get to know the town quite well as the usually restrained GRIBS and Wind Guru claim up to 54 knots over the next several days.
Blithely motor-sailing off the wreckage of container ship Rena on Astrolabe Reef, we must listen to that noisy, red, iron thing in the bilge as barometer readings begin to plummet. We will be most pleased to have manure impact the air movement device post-arrival Kaiti Basin.
Speaking of cows, why a herd? Horses could be in herds, but there are gaggles of geese, why not a cluster of cattle? A sheer of sheep? A leap of leopards? A faction of foxes? A rampage of rhinoceroses? A cacophony of cats? A dawdle of ducks (calm)? A dervish of ducks (excited)? A ptomaine of pterodactyls?... Dangles of donkeys? Jack
26 February 2012
The beautiful 15 inch big screen TV (quit laughing!) that inhabited a saloon bulkhead and the accompanying DVD player were deplorably underused outside of North America due to format and regional restrictions. This lamentable circumstance has now been remedied, at great expense, by replacement with a humongous (it's all relative) 19 inch Teac 12/120/240v LED DTV/DVD. This rascal plays everything from every region in any format. (This is, of course, horribly naive, but some among us wish not to be disabused of the notion for awhile.. It does lots). Last night's entertainment was "Quigley Down Under". "The Wind and the Lion" taken directly from a USB external drive is on que for tonight.
Seems that cattle are more prevalent in Northland because sheep's hooves rot in the warm moist climate up here (this despite our having seen maybe 5 days of summer this summer). Still, there are lots of bovines and ovines all over and also on this private island. Cows smell worse, but are somewhat insular. It's a little unnerving to have an entire hillside of motionless sheep glaring unblinking at you for minutes at a time. You'd think they'd never seen a Canadian. Posted rules limit where one may go (shore and pasture areas only) and certain activities such as building fires. No mention is made of annoying, eating or dating the sheep, but some things are probably assumed.
25 February 2012
The 45 NM sail around Coromandel from Waiheke to Great Mercury would have proved more exciting in the 30 plus winds had there been more fetch. Southwesterlies abaft the beam nevertheless gave us a boisterous sleigh ride with some impressive speeds aided by following current. Despite theirs being The City of Sails Aucklanders showed some reluctance to savor the moment with us.
Nestled now deep in Coralie Bay with 20 knots through the rigging, we enjoy a beautiful bucolic scene of rolling hills, steep cliffs and wandering sheep and cattle as the sun sets behind a pristine crescent beach. Mellow equanimity is enhanced by the letters G & T, soon to be followed by converted grape juice.
22 February 2012
A month since last you were afflicted with news from In Zed. So, you might ask, "que pasa", "ce qui se passe" or possibly "what up, dog"? We remain in Auckland. "Ah!" you say knowingly, "Didn't get four month's work done in two and a half over the holidays"? In a word, no.
However, now pleased to announce that cap rail rot has been replaced with iroko wood that looks remarkably like Costa Rican teak, new water heater is heating water and new Victron inverter/charger, contrary to expectation, is also performing appropriate functions. Much of the brightwork is, ummm, bright, although sporting less varnish than preferred. Deck is clearish and last bits will be stowed or jettisoned.
24 February 2012
After waiting a day for the weather fairy to slap us around, mucking about a bit and, in process, saying bye to many great friends, we left slip A9 for a wonderful sail to the east side of Waiheke Island where we share a bay with, among others, the beautiful 146 foot barquentine (English spelling), Spirit of New Zealand.
Auckland is a terrific city and we'll miss it and some wonderful people, especially Phil and Maggie, but life was getting too easy. Thinking they would never see us again everyone was terribly nice. We hated to disabuse them of this comforting thought by revealing that we may be back for a short time in April.
Current plan, to the degree "plan" means anything, is to hop through the Bay of Plenty (assiduously avoiding semi-submerged containers from wreckage of the Rena near Tauranga), around East Cape and down to Picton on the South Island, there to reconnect with more friends. It's hard to avoid the silly rascals.
Cruising life resumes.
PS Not a real word.