Tasman Crossing: Day 6

Author: Pete
Location: 28°58.331S’,  161°09.5648E’

 

Day 6 at sea.

Spent my watch last night stargazing in the trampoline. The wind was nil and the motors were humming contentedly, pushing us along through the calm seas. The trampoline has got to be one of my favorite spots in the world. Paradoxically, it could be anywhere in the world, I suppose. No light pollution out here besides the pesky moon, makes for a good show. This morning the wind filled in slightly so we flew the chute again and eventually got to a good six-knot clip. The clouds are back too! Is it worrisome that clouds are a welcome diversion?

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Another idyllic day with light winds and seas from astern, beaming sunshine and marbled ocean. The only little squall during the day was tracking right over our position but dissipated before it got to us.

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We caught a mahi-mahi today too! I like the Polynesian name because mahi means ‘strong’, and to stress the significance of something it is said twice. So mahi-mahi is “strong-strong!” And beautiful too. He hit our rainbow-fab squid lure in an arc of yellow lightning and we danced for a bit trying to reel him in. Eventually we brought him along side the boat, all fight and flash. They don’t have scales, but yellow-gold skin that catches the sun in eye popping contrast with the deep blue sea. He turned silvery with indigo spots when we welcomed him properly to the boat. Probably the worst I’ve ever felt about catching a fish but we’ll be well fed for the rest of the trip. He’s a predator too with half a dozen mauled fingerlings in his stomach. But now the hunter becomes the hunted! And later the new hunter (me) will become the plumber! Salt water galley pump is acting up and isn’t going to fix itself!

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Flew the spinnaker through the evening and into the night, it’s colors fading with the sunset. Really felt like ‘ghosting’ along with the billowing sail lurking through the dark seas like a pajamaed packman spook. Finally pulled it down in the dark when the winds freshened conveniently on a watch change.  Spinnaker flying under the sun all day in fair winds and following seas catching mahi mahi? Every day on passage is like that, right?

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Tasman Crossing: Day 5

Author: Pete
Location: 29°50.402S’,  163°30.447E’

 

Day 5 at sea.

Looks like we’re sitting on the north end of a nice fat high pressure system. High pressure systems are great; they generally mean light winds and clear skies. Not always conducive to getting any sailing done, but very pleasant, much like a chatty, loafing co-worker. So our rip-roarin’ start to the trip fizzled out (can we do away with the phrase “Peter out”, please?) after four days of zippy sailing and left us with fair winds and flat seas. Farewell 159 mile days!  The crew busied themselves with the three S’s of flat-water life: swimming, sudoku, and showering.  Transom showers are a little precarious.  One has to make sure to soap up backside and feet separately, lest all traction between body and deck be lost and the bather go shooting into the sea!

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We flew the spinnaker for a few hours and ghosted along aimlessly as the winds calmed. Sailors generally whinge about squalls and cloud lines, but they usually are associated with wind, and give the world out here some depth. Today nothing marred the view all the way out to the horizon in all directions. I felt like an owl spinning my head in circles trying to take in the unblemished panorama. With no frame of reference it feels like Tayrona is bobbing happily in one spot with the sea passing under her keels like the current in a bank-less river.

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Winds abated further. Moving at three knots is infuriating so I did a little swimming off the bows, floating between the hulls as the boat sailed over. Appropriate safety measures and adult supervision were in place, I assure you. We are getting perilously close to Australia though, and the thought crossed my mind that the big sharks over there probably can swim to over here. I didn’t dally in the water.

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I did run a line and float off the back to grab onto while swimming. It’s a little spooky watching the boat sail away from you, even for a short distance. Sometimes Tayrona seems like a neat toy, maybe a car or a fort. But watching it cruise away at a deceivingly fast four knots re-instilled my appreciation for her protective nature. She’s always taking care of us, fighting off waves, shrugging off wind, clutching tenaciously to some sketchy bottom in an anchorage… It’s fun pretending to be a tough sailor-man, but when things get ugly out here, she’s the one taking the brunt of the weather for us while we hide inside and eat popcorn.

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Another beaming sunset lit up concentric rings of color off the bow like a navigational bullseye. “Go west young man!” Slow fade into a starry night and now a moonrise just a few minutes ago. Going to go make some popcorn. It’s not just for inclement weather anymore.

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Tasman Crossing: Day 4

Author: Pete
Location: 30°46.900S’,  165°33.934E’

 

Day 4 at sea.

Exciting day! We saw a jet fly overhead today, AND it was warm enough to take a shower on the transom! Good times! Taz was in a good mood today. The majority of the day was clear and sunny, though a squall or two rolled over us and washed the decks of salt. We sat in the sunny cockpit for lunch and dinner, a nice change as it’s been prohibitively cold in the last couple days! Thanks for northing!

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Ah, we do have two new crew members to add to Wendy and Belinda the Diesels, and Otto the Autohelm: Lee the Headsail (made by Lee Sails), and Mac the Mainsail (made by Mac Sails). Lee has been fussy in the last couple of days. It’s not his fault. The wind shifts slightly and Mac the Main shadows Lee, making him flop all over annoyingly. We’ve been waffling between running wing-wing and a deep broad-reach as we sail almost downwind. All that waffling is making me hungry. It’s one of the many sorrows of a sailor, no waffle irons aboard.  There are still sea birds out here, gulls and albatross. All those shipwreck movies where the castaways know land is near because the birds show up? Bubkus! We’re five hundred miles from the closest land and there are still birds out here.

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It’s a clear, moonlit night, a welcome change from the pea soup we were wading through last night. Sitting on deck watching the rollers pull up behind us, lifting our stern, then nose, then passing along. It’s nights like this when I want to spin the wheel hard a-starboard, run Tayrona north to New Caledonia, and put the kibosh on this whole sale thing.

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