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Tug of War
Sun Jul 13 8:27:33 EDT 2008, En Route to Punta de Antiquera, Tenerife

A typical power struggle between me and the mainsail cam cleat. It's made of wood, is the size of a small lobster, and is stubborn as heck. One really needs to throw one's back(side) into the job. :)

Cruising and Smiling
Sun Jul 13 8:26:29 EDT 2008, En Route to Punta de Antiquera, Tenerife

The perpetual sun, intense blue skies and steady breezes of the Canaries are enough to make anyone smile. That's the city of Santa Cruz in the background.

Lost Rudder
Fri Jul 11 1:00:00 EDT 2008, East of Tenerife, 28 30.6'N:16 1.3'W

Richard successfully repaired the engine in Las Palmas, Gran Canaria. Yahoo! Just in time for us to depart and pick up George who would be returning to Santa Cruz, Tenerife, on Sat. 7/12. On Friday, July 11th, Richard and I readied the boat in the early morning, and peacefully departed the harbor of Las Palmas.We set our sails for the 50 mile journey to the anchorage of Punta de Antiquera, Tenerife, a few miles above our final destination of Santa Cruz. We would anchor at Punta de Antiquera for one night before continuing on to Tenerife the next day, as a way to break up the trip.

What a glorious sail! The sun beat down brilliantly, the wind drove the boat at 7 knots, and the waves broke over the bow, boisterously billowing across the deck like frilly-skirted Can-Can girls. Other than the surrounding blue, our only other companions were mysterious, brown-backed sea birds who swooped and wheeled above the sea, taunting the waves, hunting for small, ill-fated fish just beneath the surface. By 18:20, we had only 13 miles to go to our anchorage, and we were still cookin' with gas at 7 knots! It was at this point that Richard noticed the rudder squeaking, this time loudly, and he decided to grease the pintles while I kept watch for traffic.

Now, allow me to interject that one of Richard's many charming qualities is that he almost NEVER curses. So when I heard Richard quietly say, "Oh sh*t," I knew something was wrong.

I turned around to see Richard bent over the stern of the boat in pretzel form, holding onto something with some effort. I looked over Richard's shoulder and saw a big white thing dangling and dragging off the back of the boat. What is that? An albino dolphin? No, it's the rudder...that's come off. Double YIKES! Richard instructed me to get some extra lines that he used to lash the rudder more firmly to the boat, and we then towed it. While Richard was busy securing the rudder, I'm quite pleased to report that I somehow managed to wait a full ten (anxiety-ridden) minutes before I asked Richard, "Do we need to call for help?" to which he replied, "No, why would we need to?" Perplexed, I replied, "Ummm, because we have no steering and we're in the middle of the ocean?" Richard looked at me quizzically, and said, "We can use the main rudder." Oh. Oh! In all the time that I had been on the boat, I had not realized that we had been steering with the AUXILIARY rudder. What an overwhelming relief to learn that we had another rudder to steer with. PHEW! I was wondering why Richard was behaving so calmly while I was ready to set off all the flares on the boat. So, we switched to steering with the wheel which is connected to the main rudder. In spite of dragging our "coattail" rudder, we managed to sail safely into our isolated and ruggedly beautiful anchorage of Punta de Antiquera, and anchored in 8 meters. In the quickly waning light of the sun sinking behind the cliffs, Richard and I brought the auxiliary rudder aboard with the fisherman halyard, and laid it to temporary rest on the deck, where it resembled an unconscious, beached whale (big boat, big rudder). It was a meditative moment.

Exhausted, we went to sleep almost immediately after anchoring, the tranquility of sleep only being temporarily interrupted by Richard noticing at 05:00 that the anchor had dragged about 150 meters. In silent, sleepwalking, automaton fashion, we re-anchored and then slept peacefully until after daybreak. Time to get the boat ready for our sail to Santa Cruz, pick up George, and repair the auxiliary rudder. Ah, sailing....always an adventure. :)

In the picture above, the red thing you see to the left is the windvane blade, that turns the auxiliary rudder to steer the boat at a constant course relative to the wind. When not sailing offshore, we disconnect the windvane from the auxiliary rudder and attach a tiller to the auxiliary rudder to steer manually.

Mon Jul 28 22:47:12 EDT 2008 | George Conk
Just read Brittany's latest post. Nice to have her aboard and reporting so volubly.

I'm in Maine where the hazards are rocks and lobster traps. Loss of steering is not so bad when you could- if you HAD to - paddle to shore - even if it is rocky and likely to damage my 50 year old lapstrake boat.
Keep up the good work. I wonder where you are now (Monday, July 28)
- George
p.s. - RR looked fine when I left NYC 10 days ago. -gwc
Tue Jul 29 16:08:53 EDT 2008 | bonnie
Glad it wasn't really LOST lost. Auxiliary or not!
Thu Jul 31 3:06:14 EDT 2008 | Yann Sergent
Congratulations, Richard, you are improving at fishing!!!
now you know why there is always something to tie the rudder ; it strange to see how , all of us, men, understand better with hands and bak and feet than with ears and brain
very friendly
it is wonderful to read your adventures from south sudan! thank you
Re-installing Auxiliary Rudder
Fri Jul 11 0:00:00 EDT 2008, Canary Islands

Re-installing auxiliary rudder. See story above.

Thu Jul 31 11:57:05 EDT 2008 | Scott
Never a dull moment I see. I sent the link to several friends at the magazine and they are following your progress with much interest and envy. All is good here in NY. Wishing you good weather and wind!
La Catedral de Santa Ana, Vegueta
Tue Jul 8 1:00:00 EDT 2008, Las Palmas, Gran Canaria, Canary Islands

Knowing that Richard needed a break from boat work, I took him to Vegueta to show him the sights. We toured the cobblestone streets in the softening light of early evening, and dined at an outdoor cafe on authentic and delicious Canarian fare... papas con mojo (baby potatoes rolled in sea salt with a side of spicy pimento/garlic sauce......que sabrosa!), a rich Canarian stew of pork, carrots and garbanzos, and a paella de mariscos (seafood) that knocked our socks (sandals) off. :) The big surprise of the night for Richard was that I'd learned previously in my scoutings that there would be a jazz concert held in La Plaza de Santa Ana--the beautiful square in front of the main Cathedral--the night I planned to take him out. So after dinner, we strolled to the Plaza, mingled with the festive mix of locals and tourists, and enjoyed the live jazz with the gorgeous backdrop of the Cathedral's facade, illuminated with shifting, multicolored lights. It was a delightful evening, definitely securing our affections for the city of Las Palmas.

Sat Jul 26 1:22:41 EDT 2008 | Yann Sergent
I can see that Richard is in good hands, congratulations, Brittany!!!
Neon Geraniums and Outdoor Market Front, Vegueta
Tue Jul 8 0:00:00 EDT 2008, Las Palmas, Gran Canaria, Canary Islands

The incredible colors of Vegueta. Off to the left beyond the scope of the camera is the Bay of Las Palmas (one is never far from the water here).

La Casa De Colon, Vegueta
Tue Jul 8 0:00:00 EDT 2008, Las Palmas, Gran Canaria, Canary Islands

While Richard diligently worked on repairing the engine over the course of five days in Las Palmas, I diligently took it upon myself to become "Cultural Scout," and scoped out the various neighborhoods, monuments and points of interest around the city. I was elated to discover Vegueta, the charming historic district of Las Palmas. Ancient buildings dating back to the 15th century, narrow, winding cobblestone streets, plazas, fountains, umbrella cafes strewn about every corner, and flowers bursting with color everywhere. The centerpiece of Vegueta is La Catedral de Santa Ana, an ancient cathedral with a Gothic interior but Neoclassical facade. Adjacent to the Cathedral is La Casa de Colon (The House of Christopher Columbus). Built in a classic "Canarian" style, it features an exotic and very intriguing mix of Spanish colonial, Gothic and Arabic influences. The prettiest features on the exterior were the graceful, Arabic wooden balconies of delicately carved lattice work. Combining these with the heavy stone carvings of Gothic gargoyles surrounding the doors made for a striking juxtaposition.

The prettiest features in the interior of the building were the gorgeous and intricately detailed ship models of the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria. Why were they there? La Casa de Colon has historically been the governor's home of the city of Las Palmas, and in 1492, when Christopher Columbus was sailing in search of India, the rudder of the ship Pinta broke and became unhung. Rendering the ship disabled, the crew was able, however, to secure the rudder temporarily with cords until they reached the Canary Islands, namely Gran Canaria. According to Gran Canarian history, Cristobal Colon (Christopher Columbus) attended the home of the governor to pay his respects and gain official permission to dock the Pinta for repair, before continuing his mission. Columbus's auspicious stop in Gran Canaria gave the governor's home its present name, and is source of much pride to the citizens of Las Palmas. Interestingly, if you read the guide books, La Gomera claims to be the island where Columbus repaired the Pinta...while El Hierro insists that it was the one where he stopped. It seems that Columbus honored all of the islands of the Canaries by repairing a little bit of his rudder on each island. Well, sharing is caring, as they say, and perhaps the spirit of Christopher Columbus will be comforted to know that Richard and I would eventually (fatefully?)have a sympathy rudder adventure of our own in the Canaries. To be continued.... ;)

Dinghy Escapades
Mon Jul 7 0:00:00 EDT 2008, Las Palmas, Gran Canaria, Canary Islands

In spite of our mercurial engine, we arrived safely in Puerto de Las Palmas, Gran Canaria, and anchored off to the side of the marina, in front of one of the city beaches. Each morning we enjoyed the sound of children laughing and calling to one another as they flew by Issuma in tiny but speedy dinghies and mini sailboards. Richard immediately undertook repair of the engine, which called for multiple trips to the various ferreterias (hardware stores) in the city over the next few days. Because we were anchored, this entailed assembling the mysterious "Dark Dinghy" (mentioned in a previous entry) in order to reach shore. The design of the dinghy is quite amazing. It's a collapsible frame that one opens like an enclosing fan, into which you place the floorboards and extra ribs to keep the dinghy open and set. The great thing about the dinghy is that you can collapse and store it in the V-berth. Also, it's pretty. The tricky thing about the dinghy is that you need A LOT of weight in it in order to be able to row it straight and to not have it slide sideways or spin aimlessly like a top. I discovered this delightful feature one day when I gallantly insisted on rowing the groceries out to Issuma by myself, via Dark Dinghy. This would allow Richard to continue doing his onshore projects. I suppose we all bite off more than we can chew once in a while. It would turn out to be quite apt and prescient that I'd named it Dark Dinghy before ever meeting it.

Richard helped me load the dinghy with the groceries, then waved and smiled as I made a lopsided but bravely grinning departure from the dock. What had I gotten myself into? When Richard rowed us in the dinghy to and from shore, I noticed it took him about 15 minutes. So naturally I thought it would only take me 20 minutes or so. Who was I kidding? Getting out of the marina harbor with no current was not much of a problem, but the moment I rounded the bend of the protective jetty, I began sliding and spinning like a leaf in a whirlpool, even with all the groceries weighting the dinghy! Ay Dio! I began to row like a madwoman, desperately trying to round the jetty towards Issuma, much to the amusement of the salty old local fishermen on the pier, pointing and cackling at the gringa loca twirling wildly between their fishing lines. Laughing uncontrollably and sweating profusely, I managed to seize control of the dinghy, through sheer humiliation and wanting to escape the laughter of the fishermen as soon as possible (also to avoid ending up in Africa :) ). Rowing became easier as I approached Issuma in the small harbor, and by the end of this "adventure," it had taken me not twenty, but FORTY-FIVE MINUTES to reach Issuma. It occurred to me that I could have driven from New Jersey to New York in that time, and I was only transporting groceries! After this enlightening experience, I decided that my efforts and gallant intentions were better applied least until we get a motorized dinghy. :)

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