What a tango that was! Dancing with Marie was very much, take a step down, she takes a step up. Take a step left, she goes with you. Ultimately we saw almost nothing of her except fine rain, increased trade winds, and good swell to surf on. She sent us off into the next episode of this “going nowhere” voyage. The air is warmer here, the wind lighter. For now I’m just pushing on the same tack, with the big spinnaker, and the AP in charge.
No cat in the bag
For you animal lovers like me I do not mean this literally of course. I just want to remind myself that, 7 days into a 6 months voyage, the beginning is an important phase, but a drop in the bucket of what’s facing us. The hardest parts are still ahead, way ahead in fact. There’s the squalls, the doldrums, negotiating Torres Strait, Cape Agulhas and his boat breaking waves, Cape Horn whose reputation need not be repeated, and let’s not forget the very long return home! So, relax, sit back, fasten your harness, and stick with it! I am so excited at the opportunity to learn so many things at once.
There is magic in the air when the autopilot settings and the sail trim work just hand in hand. So far I’ve only experienced it once. Everything is smooth, and we’re fast, that’s when I know I’ve got it. Even accelerating in the surf everything stays stable. I’m learning. That’s the best I can do. I must admit though that having an autopilot on board is quite essential.
A few days ago I started hearing a conversation. The same thing happened during the race to Hawaii at the beginning. I noticed it, realized that the brain was trying to interpret some background noise, focused my hearing on that particular sound and forgot about it: it didn’t come back. I did the same thing here and I don’t hear voices anymore. Except for the monkey on my back. Some years ago that monkey was more like a gorilla. But today he’s just a tiny chimpanzee. Kinda cute in his ways. It’s fun to have him keep an eye out for me.