No more peanuts!
13 December 2011 | 42 08.0'S:72 34.3'W, Chilean Costal / Estero Bonito
Day 3 - No more peanuts! Here the mornings are long and slow. Usually they are overcast and often rainy. There is not usually much wind. We wait for things to dry up a bit, the wind to pick up before we sail. After our leisurely coffee and breakfast, around 10:30 we decide to sail. First we must raise the anchor which requires using the engines. I should be honest and say that I am observing and not actually doing anything to help, Jeff and Sven have it all under control. I am however upright and not green and probably have a smile on my face and not the I'm going to puke look so things are good. That is until on his way out to the forward cockpit, Jeff demands of me rather briskly and sharply that he expects "a real meal and at regular intervals." I say, "what you don't like peanuts?" Which gets me a disgusted look and the heated response, "No more peanuts!" Okay got it, the days of relaxing into this sailing life are now over, miss Zia, get to work, in the galley, mind you, steaming hot meals on time, no complaints. So what if yesterday you could barely stand in the hulls without puking, and in the bathroom you almost broke your neck trying to set the business end on the right spot while a big wave threw you head first into the side wall making your neck into an unnatural shape. There should be a pearl of wisdom coming to my aide here, but I can't think of any right now. Back to the engines. They have folding props which must be folded by putting the engines in reverse after the engines have been turned off. Failure to do so may damage the bearings and cause the necessity of a major repair. So a little while after the engines have been shut off, Jeff is mad at himself for forgetting to fold the props. He thinks he has damaged the bearings. He wants to call off the whole sailing adventure. He is understated in his writing, but not in his internal vision of himself. Sven checks it out and says it is okay, no problem. So we set sail, what a blow. Here is how Jeff explains it in his understated written way, "gusts to 33 (knots), 2nd reef (in main) and partial jib, partial mayhem." By the way, I did not cook lunch. But we didn't eat peanuts either. We arrive at Caleta Zapato. It looks boring so we motor on inside the little group of islands, stunningly beautiful with views of snow topped mountains between layers of deep greens and grays of rounded islas. Sometimes mist hangs low obscuring the horizon and sometimes a misty cloud hides the peaks. The views are worth the blow and the skipped lunch. Sven is fishing as we motor along at 5 knots. The rain begins as a light mist. We reach Puerto Bonito, supposedly " best anchorage in the area". We don't agree because it is very deep with limited swinging room. After we set the bow anchor with bridles, Sven takes the dinghy out to drop a stern anchor. The rain is now the drenching bucketful's kind. We are all soaked. My job was to make sure the stern anchor line did not get fouled in the prop. It didn't. Whew. Jeff wonders out loud, "how could I do this single handed?" He means, Zia is not experienced enough to help me with that maneuver and what would I do without Sven? I agree. It was intimidating. Jeff didn't have to tell Sven where to go set the anchor, how far, how to get the dinghy started, how the keep the line out of the dinghy prop, and ..... And no fish for dinner.