Looks like a Keys Thanksgiving! Or Bahamas. Who knows.
17 November 2016
Carly
I really wish I were an airbender. Can I tap into some ancient Celtic druid blood and control the winds? I'll make a blood pentagram on the deck if that's what it takes. (Note: Actual druids did not do those things.)
Every prediction I've looked at for the upcoming week has, at best, straight easterlies. Which speaking of that, sailors are stupid. "Easterlies mean winds that go west!" I believe the colloquial term is "This is pretty ass-backwards." Anyway, right now the forecasts have northerly winds for the next week. Saturday is looking like the best day so far, but it still has a little northerly component to it. Ugh. A gulf stream crossing would be too dangerous in our little cat.
But! The northeasterly winds should be an excellent slingshot to the Keys (because northeasterlies go southwest. SO DUMB!!) I mean, we'll FLY over the water. And if conditions are favorable we may even be able to hit Bahamas on the way back. We might be able to get one of those Conch Republic Northern Territories flags we really want, too! And I can do some necessary Black Friday shopping for a new laptop.
Also I went up the mast in the bosun's chair and we put up the jib. Obviously I did not die (and I did not get hurt at all). Most terrifying experience of my life, though. It may only be 40 feet in the air but it's not like a theme park ride where you know they've covered their butts from liabilities as best they can. No, if the boys below had let go I'm deady dead dead dead and there would be no suing over my corpse. But I'm not, hooray!