Passage to New Zealand: Day 8 – 9

Author: Pete
Location: 31°09.966S’ 172°42.202E’
Date: Nov 5 and 6, 2015

Day 8 – 9 at sea.

Wind continues to come from SSE where we would like to be heading.  We tacked Tayrona upwind all day, which she really doesn’t love.  I can’t say I blame her; we’ve just gotten coddled and soft from eight thousand miles of downwind run.  The fifth was a beautiful day with cloudless blue skies and flat water, literally the calm before the storm.  We knew that a nefarious front was incoming, dragging heavy weather with it.  Preparing during the sunny day for the rough seas to come left me feeling like a nerdy kid that knows the bully is going to beat him up and steal his lunch money at recess.

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And come it did!  Yikes!  “So when do you think we’ll see that front come through?” asked Miranda.  Ten minutes later we’re donning foul weather gear, taking in sail, and dogging hatches.  The wind kicked from twelve to thirty knots, accelerating the boat to nine knots almost instantly, sending us skipping over waves and giving a pounding to the bows and hull.  Things haven’t abated; we’re still ripping along under reefed sails in the dark and rain.  It’s too murky to see outside so the radar is blazing away looking for the next squall to tear through and, more fearsome on a dark night, freighters.

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Feels like we’ve been on passage for an eternity with all the tacking, motoring, fighting upwind.  We really haven’t hit a great sailing groove yet.  We’re ready to get there and aren’t thrilled by having a raging front to punch through after nine days already at sea.  Bleh.  We’re picking up weather forecasts from various sources and compiling them to come to our own routing conclusions.  We’re only 250 miles from New Zealand but can’t motor directly to it because the wind and waves are too heavy from that direction.  We have to go out of our way to the west and wait for the post-frontal southwest winds to blow us in to New Zealand.  It’s real sailing for sure, gauging weather, time, distance, and fuel, but I much prefer the “Set it!  And!  Forget it!” approach where we’ve run downwind with a spinnaker up for a four days straight.

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It had been rough the previous days.  Miranda’s birthday fell right in the midst of the trough when wind was gusting into the thirties on the nose and ten foot seas paraded through.  I wrestle-baked a carrot cake, which is a neat procedure on a rolling boat because the batter stirs itself!  I had to secure the pan inside the oven with two sets of vice grips to keep it from being ejected mid-bake into the cabin.  The birthday festivities were rounded out with snacks, libations, presents, and Scopolamine patches.  We have plans to go out for a more agreeable and much deserved celebration ashore.

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Currently, the rain just stopped blasting our topsides, but the gloom obscures the horizon and waves shake us like a dog with a shiny new chew toy.  Miranda is below and I’m on watch.  We’re doing fine, just ready to be there.  I think the boat is rather enjoying herself though, engaging in some nautical calisthenics after an easy month day sailing through Fiji.

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Passage to New Zealand: Day 6 -7

Author: Pete
Location: 28°18.158S’ 173°27.441E’
Date: Nov 3 – 4, 2015

 

Day 6 and 7 at sea.

Yesterday brought glassy seas and not even a whisper of wind.  Motoring in a sailboat feels sacrilegious to me, but an idyllic day made up for the fuel burned and the permeating rumble of the engines.  With almost no clouds for depth perception the horizon seems to stretch away forever in all directions, blending with the sky at the offing and giving the impression of being in the middle of nowhere.  Ah, impression-schmeshun!  We really are in the middle of nowhere!  Being becalmed leaves the sea a reflective surface, not a ripple to be seen.  Long period rollers still lumber through, creating an endless plain of mirrored knolls.  It’s a scene from Alice in Wonderland, hard to describe without making it seem like we’re hallucinating.  Staring out at it for hours does indeed make one feel disconnected with reality.

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Great bio-luminescence at night in the still water.  Our wake is a ribbon of shimmering green behind us, like an afterburner trail out the tail pipe of a fighter jet.  We’re not going quite that fast, but a guy can dream, right?  Between the hulls where the bow wakes converge the glow is bright enough to eerily light up the underside of the boat.  I sat out on the trampoline my entire watch in a stupor, fixated on the lights under us, the flashing squid passing by, and the millions of tiny, glittering eyes out in the water.  It’s a little like aqueous northern lights or a sailor’s lava lamp.

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Today we had more wind to sail and made good use of it. Looks like we’re in for some heavier weather in the next day or two. We made a few more meals to stash in the fridge, including a batch of brownies (thanks Glabs!), fueled the main tanks from our jerry cans, and took longer watches to get a real night’s sleep.  I spent a little time working on Belinda, the starboard diesel engine, who is making some knocking sounds and is taking longer to fire up these days.  Wendy, the port engine, is leaking a touch of sea water into the engine compartment from the raw water pump.  It’s nothing the bilge pumps can’t handle.  She used to be house broken but has had a little relapse lately.  Don’t tell her you know; she’s embarrassed about it.  Both are running just fine aside from their little quirks.  Tayrona is ready for the fight, and I suppose we are too.

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In this neck of the woods high and low pressure systems sweep over Australia towards New Zealand, bringing heavier weather between them. You’re almost guaranteed to hit an ugly patch on the trip unless you have a particularly speedy boat. Per the recommendation of the salty sailors who ply these waters, we plan to encounter the front at 30 degrees south where it’s weaker than if we ran into it closer to New Zealand. We’re having some trouble connecting with the radio to email I think due to the front between us and the closest relay station in Australia. We do have regular SSB contact with Gulf Harbor Radio out of New Zealand, so fear not if you don’t hear from us in the next couple of days while we wage war with Poseidon.

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Passage to New Zealand: Day 4-5

Author: Pete
Location: 26°31.746S’ 173°34.450E’
Date: Nov 1 and 2, 2015

 

Day 4 and 5 at sea.

Variable winds yesterday sweeping southwest to southeast, ending almost directly where we’re trying to head.  We keep changing tacks, fighting upwind, which is definitely not Tayrona’s strong suit.  We can’t burn too much diesel now as there will be a portion of the trip that we have to motor heavily into headwinds farther south.  Conditions were mild during the day, then kicked up in the evening, throwing a couple squalls which helpfully washed our decks of salt accumulation.

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Winds increased the next morning to over twenty knots almost on the nose with rollers literally big enough to hide a freighter.  We’re tacking a good deal to get ourselves south, making for a slow, pounding day.  Does that make us tacky?  The wind died, then eventually built again, swinging farther east which allowed us to point straight at our waypoint, 500 miles north of New Zealand.  Now it’s back to calm conditions and motoring, but I have a feeling that will change soon enough given the schizophrenic nature of the wind in these waters.  

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I’m always startled by how loud sailing can be.  When the boat is really cooking along there is the constant snare percussion of light hull slaps accompanied by the bass thud of heavier waves striking the bridge deck.  The complaining of the lines and creaking of the blocks and tackle under their loads are amplified when telegraphed through the fiberglass and into the cabin.  The wind fills in any gaps in the cacophony with an airy hush through the rigging. Sounds like taking your vehicle through a drive-thru carwash with the wipers going full tilt and a couple of burly guys throwing sandbags at your quarter panels.  Scree-chah-splish-BANG.  Splish-sploosh-BANG-thump.  Sometimes I pretend that I’m the conductor and it’s my own orchestra.  It doesn’t seem to break Miranda’s sudoku concentration, but I suppose if the heaving boat doesn’t, nothing will.

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Things are well aboard.  Mir made home made English muffins for breakfast and I made fifteen-bean soup for dinner.  That’ll put the wind in your sails!P1160205

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