Bert terHart's Epic Journey

Tonight, this night will be my last night off soundings. It will be my last night at sea, sailing the open ocean. Tomorrow night I will be in the Straits of Juan de Fuca anxiously watching the commercial traffic steam past while the tide does with me whatever...

I found this note taped to the galley stove this morning:

To the Kaptin of the slowist oshun-goin saylin tub this here side of the Pasifick:

See in az whur nere to makin landfal and hafin to klere custumz AND close to sum of thee...

The first picture is the oceanic chart for the North Pacific Ocean. The highlighted circles are my DR noon positions. Opposite each position is a date.

There is nothing on this particular fold but ocean wilderness. Hundreds of thousands of...

ETA Victoria - November 32 2026

Yes, that is the correct date and not some autocorrect idiocy. November 32 2026 as in never in a thousand years.

I am becalmed (again), rolling miserably (again), in drizzle (again), with a...

This sort of thing ended none too soon. It got worse before it got better as the wind fell to whispers and the swell remained. It took another 24 hours before the mixed Westerly, Southwesterly and Northerly swell faded.

Trying to get a morning...

This sprang to mind as we rolled or way East in a short, steep, confused sea that had me strapped into my up bunk to sleep and standing up to eat.

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'
Keep them doggies Rollin'
Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'