05/31/2012, South Pacific
Secret Agent Man is a happy boat having left the Bay of Islands bound for Savusavu Bay in Fiji on May 29th. Eric e-mails that after 149 miles in 24 hours it is "Sweet sailing". Fiji is about 1200 miles away and this passage may (or may not) involve a stop at Minerva Reef depending on the weather. Being away from the Internet he has deputized me again to write a few reports.
6 months in New Zealand was a long stopover filled with a wealth of exploration, repair and refit, and visiting and being visited by family. Since last November's landfall at Cape Brett and the subsequent sail down to Auckland an enormous amount of work has gone into the boat. Eric comments that S.A.M. is more sorted out at this point than ever before. The loyal readers have met Midshipman Amy in the recent posts and Eric has convinced her to join him for the return to the tropics. Her intellect, organization and skill sets are sizeable and a compliment to the ships manifest. The Man Cave may never be the same!
Getting cold in NZ with the last week of southerly winds driving down the morning lows into the 40-degree range. Eric commented that they are wearing virtually every piece of clothing they have under their foul weather gear and watching the latitude numbers slowly fall (that's good) on the GPS as they sail north to the warmer waters and longer days. The Kiwi's were wonderfully hospitable and accommodating. Thank you to all who helped these young sailors far from home.
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05/23/2012, Opua, NZ
After an epic time on Great Barrier Island, we took off for Opua for Secret Agent Man's much awaited makeover. We hauled out at Doug's Boatyard, which was a great place to call home for the week we were there, and the free hot water showers and portable electric heater will be some of the greatly missed perks. Honestly, it's almost winter here! One minor element against us was living in complete shade with only a shred of indirect sunlight feeding our solar array. With the batteries slowly losing charge, Eric called a local sparky to lend a hand (read: sweet as 25 amp battery charger). In a flash, he also fixed our monitor which had been giving us false readings on our battery bank since Auckland. So if anybody reading this makes it to Opua and needs an electrician, Marcel is your man. Thanks Marcel!
Meanwhile, the days at the boatyard were cold and rainy, and Eric and I progressed slowly on all things from the waterline-down. We sanded and painted the bottom, raised the waterline, cleaned the prop, strut and cutlass bearing which got a coat of Propspeed, and waxed the hull. And even after a crippling fall and some antifoul in the eye, nothing that week made us smile wider than peeling the protective tape off of a freshly painted bottom and seeing our reflection in a sleek and shiny hull. Secret Agent Man is now faster and sexier than ever.
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Eric and Doug fastening on new tracks after spinning Secret Agent Man around on the turntable.
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Eric supporting Secret Agent Man as she slips back into the water
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Secret Agent Man now looking flash
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We had some fun neighbors for our last few days at the boatyard. Griffin(4) and Tansyn(9). We'd play games like "Wash the Deck" and "Scrub the Floor" ; )
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A thorough sanding and polishing to reveal a shiny Propspeed-ed assembly.
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05/16/2012, Great Barrier, NZ
This entry brought to you by Amy, Secret Agent Man's newest, and very green, addition. Before last week, the only passages I had on record were in unseasonably placid waters off of Australia and Panama. At 3am you were in little more than a bathing suit, with hot drink in hand, while smalltalk was made with a fellow watchmate to stay awake and to pass the time.... too easy. Back to 3am present day and I'm rounding Cape Brett on Secret Agent Man... shivering, white knuckles gripping the companionway, and eyes peeled on the navigation system as we get tossed about like a shuttlecock. Uh-oh, did I just wet myself? No, I just spilled hot tea all over my lap... thank goodness. The only thing that calmed my nerves was seeing Eric below, sleeping like a baby, so clearly, this was business as usual... and I just needed to grow a pair. But rather than whine about the shakedown from Great Barrier to Opua, and what otherwise would have been the deal beaker had Eric not convinced me that 35 knot winds on the beam were not your average passage.... I share it as an uplifting trial... giving me the stuff one needs to pursue a proper passage... lunacy, I think is what it's called ; ) But I kid... this is just how it appears to one not brought up on a sailboat. After 29 years of living with solid ground under my feet, I just need to re-calibrate my sense of security now that I'm at sea. Fortunately, Eric is better than any teacher I could ask for, and with that, my confidence builds each day. Goodbye sweet, stable land... you will be missed...*sniff*
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Hello all,
Amy and Myself are still out on Great Barrier island. The weather window we wrrived with gave us the chance to get up to Bay of islands fast, but we chose to stay here for a period because it is epic. As with any place you go we have learned the ropes over the last few days. We have learned how to catch the fish. We have learned that there are abundant clam beds here. And we have discovered the hot bath. The hot bath is a community beach porperty (which is epic) that an owner made into a spot for everyone's enjoyment. It is located in Smokehouse Bay, and boasts a cabin with a bath tub, massive fish smokehouse, composting toilet, rope swings, camp fire and BBQ facilities. The water comes from a spring fed cistern and is heated for the bath by a wood fire. The point is we are set even though it is starting to get cold down here. We are looking at leaving in the next weather window but are going to be pinned down by some strong NE breeze tomorrow. The next stop in the Bay of Islands for some bottom paint and then Northward. I hope this finds you all well.
Cheers,
Eric
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Snapper and an unidentified fish that have become stapels for us along with clams.
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Port Fitzroy
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Afternoon clam digging on Great Barrier Island
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We estimate that this harvest of clams weight at least 30 Lbs.
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Clam stash
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Uma-Rapiti Farm
Cable Bay
Waiheke Island
New Zealand
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