Dan's blog
01 July 2013
Dan
Finally we have wind from a good direction and a perfect velocity! Ok, so it is raining, what is a little water in your bunk when you know that a hot shower is only 3 or 4 weeks away. We have been sailing at over 7 knots all day on a flat sea and making great progress straight toward Bamfield. To celebrate our good fortune I baked a chocolate cake this morning. If nothing else we do eat well. Yesterday I spotted what was either a huge bottle nosed dolphin or some kind of small whale. He was all alone and as it was near nightfall it got me to thinking about when these guys sleep and how do they do it? Lots of time out here for thinking about weird stuff. Last night on my watch we were sailing along just great when a squall hit and the wind backed about 240 degrees. The autopilot did not know what to think about that so I had to turn it off and hand steer for the next two hours while continually adjusting sails and our course as a succession of small squalls rolled through. At one point I steered us through a complete circle and was quite proud of that as I donât believe I had ever sailed in a circle before. The captain has posed a theory that all this rain has kept the surface water more calmerer. Theory being that rain water is heavier than salt water and has greater surface tension, thus holding the swells down. I am buying into that as the empirical evidence suggests it is so. Remember several days ago we did laundry? Well, I made a big mistake and washed my sweat pants that day. Actually, the first mistake was in bringing sweat pants and not investing in some fleece pants. See, the sweat pants soak up water like a sponge, and then are impossible to dry. After a day or soon on the line, I brought them inside to see if they would dry out in the hull I call home. No luck. After a couple of days the starboard hull began to smell a little mildewy and so I decided to wash them again. As there has been no sun, hanging to dry was not an option, so I hung them on the ladder down into the starboard engine room. This was working fine as long as the engine was running and pumping out heat, but as fate would have it, the wind found us and the engine went off. That was several days ago and my sweat pants are still hanging in the engine room where they likely will stay until we arrive in Victoria. This is voyaging.
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