Month: May 2018

Landfall (Sunday midday)

3rd Update from our Pacific Passage

Day 19

from Arlo–
Still no fish. About five days to go (knock on wood).
Today, we rigged the staysail on the main backstay. Worked great for downwind. The only issue with the nav program that Alma and I are making is that it does not work when your two positions are on opposite sides of the dateline, within 90 degrees to either side of the dateline, but we are working on it. We had pizza for dinner and the last of the equator (key lime) pie, which we made when we crossed the equator and the Southern Cross is clearly visible in the sky. I did my 6th half hour stationary run of the trip, and I am longing for a nice run on dry land. But, other than that, it’s great out here.

Day 21

from Alma—
This morning on . Arlo’s and my watch, it started to rain, so Arlo went down to get my rain jacket while I steered. (He already had his on.) While he was down below the wind and rain picked up. I was drenched and also scared. Then once Arlo came back up, I found out that he had been changing into a swimsuit while I was on deck alone and drenched. For the rest of the day, the only consistency was that the wind wasn’t constant. When the wind got really light, my mom started to make bread because we were motoring and it was so flat. (Our stove is hard to use in rough weather.) Then, the wind picked up so we sailed, but my mom was already making bread. So, it has been somewhat frustrating.

Day 22

from Caitlin–

The crazy French sailor Bernard Moitissier circumnavigated the globe alone in the early 70, as part of one of the first single-handed races. But when he approached England in the lead, he turned the boat around and kept on going—almost all the way around the world again. This has always confirmed for me that Moitissier really was crazy.

For me the point of a passage has always been to go somewhere, to get the passage over with and be somewhere. But we’re sailing through our 22nd day now, and I’ve been at sea longer than I ever have before, and while I’m very ready to step ashore, I’ve begun to understand, I think, why someone might want to keep sailing.

Time is slippery out here—the days and nights keep reeling off, unchecked by a full night’s sleep. The horizon always stays the same, no matter how far we sail, though the sea and the sky never look the same. Some days sea and sky are in black and white—so many shades of grey, then everything is blue the next day. Sky and sea can turn pink and red and orange with sunsets. And the sky at night is just as variable. It took me a week or two to get used to night watches, but now my favorite nights are moonless ones when the dome of the sky is so full of stars that it matches the phosphorescent sea.

It’s hard to believe we might be ashore in less than a week.

Day 23

From Alma–
This morning when I woke my dad up for breakfast, he had been dreaming, and so he said “Who is going ashore?” and I reminded him that we were at sea. We should get to the Marquesas in about three days, and at noon today we will have completed 23 days at sea. Arlo has been fishing a lot, and he keeps losing lures, and now it seems like a few have been being bitten off by a big fish or sharks.

Day 24

from Alma–
I have a weird rash. It’s just on my right side and only where sun hits me, so we think that it is from too much sun. Today we saw the top of the island that we are going to over the horizon. Tomorrow we will come in to port. I can’t wait. Arlo and I don’t need to stand watch in the morning because everyone will be on deck to see the island close up. I said that I wanted to sleep in, but that probably won’t happen since I have gotten used to waking up at about 6:00 in the morning.

Day 25

from Arlo–
Today we anchored in Atuona in Hiva Oa after sighting land at 5:50PM last night. The whole island is lush green, with soaring craggy mountains, sheer cliffs, and a friendly cruising community. We took our first showers since Manzanillo, after a passage of 25 days, 2 hours and 40 minutes. By anybody else’s standards, the showers were terrible, right next to the dumpster, shielded only by a shoulder height cinderblock wall, muddy floor, and no hot water. To us, it was paradise, and in the tropics, the cold water is a luxury.

When you have arrived in the Marquesas, you receive a startling realization that the Marquesas, which have always seemed so impossible and unreal to me, are just hunks of land in the water. Sure they have amazing mountains, and are tropical and lush, but our anchor lines still creak and people still use bathrooms and the Marquesas are not the fantasy that I knew was unreal, but could not expel from my mind.

From Caitlin & Jason–
And to us, when we arrived here in the Marquesas, we realize that these islands we have been dreaming of, that have always seemed less than real, are not only very real, as Arlo points out, but are also bigger, more vertical, more beautiful, more foreign, more everything than we imagined. We are amazed that we are actually here.

From Alma–
This morning when I woke up and came on deck, we could see Hiva Oa much more close by. At about noon we made landfall. We anchored once, but it is crowded in this anchorage, so everyone needs to set a bow and stern anchor, but there was one boat that refused (or couldn’t. We don’t know because they spoke fast French.) to set a stern anchor. This meant that we had to move or else they would hit us. So we moved to another spot in front of a blue boat that gave us bananas and grapefruit, which was good because we had just eaten our last apple. After that, we went ashore and took fresh water showers. It was awesome! It’s still hard to believe that we’re in French Polynesia.

still sailing

May 5, 2018.
Day 10–
from Caitlin
The endless rolling is getting to all of us. The noise of it, the way it keeps us from sleeping, that it keeps us from doing much besides what is necessary. Making dinner and doing dishes has become a contact sport. I have bandages on my thigh and elbow from burns I suffered when the hot oven launched its racks onto me. A dinner doesn’t pass when the contents of some bowl isn’t hurled across the cabin.

It’s easier to take on deck. We spend a lot of time watching the swells, the birds, and the not-as-rare-as-you’d-like pieces of plastic trash float by.

The windvane is steering and only requires occasional adjustment in these consistent northeast tradewinds, and we roll across the sea at seven knots day after day. The pilot charts suggest we should have a current with us here, and our progress across the chart is steady, but it’s become clear that we have a one knot current against us. Nonetheless, we’ll reach the ITCZ soon.

From Arlo:
Rain!! Glory Hallelujiah!! And one beautiful sunset. The whole sky and sea were pink then yellow, and a perfect double rainbow. I caught a mahi mahi on a trolling feather. The mahi mahi salad was good. I only consumed six bananas today, unlike yesterday’s eight. If we keep up this speed we have 13 ½ days left. Unfortunately our calculations show a one knot countercurrent. Shucks. Seven flying fish aboard during the night. Tossed them over because mom won’t let me fish until I finish the mahi mahi. I finished it today, so she will probably let me fish tomorrow or the day after. Oliver is helping me make a program on the calculator to tell me the distance between two lat/long positions. It will also tell me the course.

May 7, 2018
Day 12–
from Alma:
Two flying fish came aboard last night. Today, we opened gifts of origami paper and colored pens from our friends. I made cranes, balloons and penguins. This evening we sailed under our first rain since California. It came with wind too. When we did the calculations and if we kept up this speed, we will be in the Marquesas in 11 days.

from Arlo:
I am writing this in the middle of a squall. The wind has gone around a hundred degrees and picked up. It is raining and overcast, so I came down from on deck in my swimsuit to go to bed. We have covered 1420 nautical miles and have 1332 to go. Over halfway! Our calculations show us to have 11 days to go. We are officially in the ITCZ.

May 8, 2018
Day 13–
from Caitlin:
Jason called the squall last night a “magic portal.” In the final hour of daylight we were running at six knots, driven by the same tradewinds that had been powering us for nine days. Then a gust of cold wind, then hard rain, then the wind veered to the Southeast and suddenly we were beating to weather in a stiff breeze and cold rain.

We had seen the dark cloud of squall coming and we had gotten ready for a warm fresh water “shower” by changing into our swimsuits and bringing shampoo on deck. So there we were, in our swimsuits, teeth chattering for the first time in months as darkness descended. Eventually Oliver went below to do dishes and Arlo and Alma changed for bed. Within an hour the rain and wind let up, at the same time and quite suddenly. And then, for the first time in ten days, it was calm. We had passed through the squally door into the ITCZ. And here we are today—sometimes ghosting along under full sail. Sometimes motoring, looking for the rain to try for a shower again today.

May 9, 2018
Day 14–
from Arlo:
Today we got out of the ITCZ in which we got several rain showers, and caught enough water to wash our hair. Now we are roaring along on a port tack again. With 9.7 days to go, we will get there with a total of about 24 days hopefully. Today we made and launched a sardine tin boat. It had the metal bit on top strung behind it as a rudder and the lid peeled up as a square sail. We still have plenty of canned fish, so maybe we can launch some more of these. [Editor’s note: we keep all plastic aboard, but outside 25 nautical miles MARPOL law allows for the disposal of glass, metal and paper overboard.] My sister and I have been working on recreating “the Settlers of Catan” and we are almost finished.

May 11, 2018
Day 16–
from Caitlin:
Through the ITCZ! A squally night turned into a beautiful day. We are sailing hard enough on the wind that the port lights are shut and we are hot and sticky below. But on deck it is always beautiful, in whatever version the sky and sea are serving up at the moment. Nights, especially, have been awesome: phosphorescence deep in the water, stars all the way to the horizon, the milkiest milky way you’ve ever seen, and dolphins leaving phosphorescent trails.

from Jason:
The crescent moon is up above the Eastern horizon peeking in and out of clouds. The milky way is arcing from dead ahead, up straight over the top of us to the North. We’ll lose sight of the North Star soon in our steady progress South. Alma came on deck last night and looked at these new Southern stars with me. Arlo is sleeping in the cockpit tonight. It’s a little better tonight, but it’s been brutally muggy. Steamy. Close and damp. Oliver said that on his watch a flying fish landed on Arlo’s head (!) and flopped around while Oliver scrambled for it, and Arlo never woke up. I think Arlo will like that story.

The ITCZ, the doldrums, are feared and despised for their light fluky winds and sudden squalls. They’re also beautiful. The sky is crowded with clouds of all sorts, stretched out in the distance where you see the peaks of high cumulus clouds peeking up over the horizon. Those distant high clouds, sunk down low, and the patches of dark squally cloud that drape gray veils of rain down to the ocean make it feel like the sky has come right down to the ocean. As the sun crosses the sky, the light on the waves and clouds continually changes.

As beautiful as the doldrums are, our love for the tradewinds is understandable. The consistent Northeasterly breeze that drove us West and South for seven days felt endless, like the water and sky. This wind revolves clockwise around the entire North Pacific, unchecked by any landmass. The waves too. They roll round and round, uninterrupted, building into a bigger, cleaner form. It felt like we could have ridden that wind and those swells forever.

May 13, 2018
Day 17–
from Alma:
This morning I made rice pudding for breakfast with the left over rice from last night’s dinner. I threw a message in a bottle over. My second one! I threw it over just before lunch. Arlo went on another run in place. I did a lesson of math today, and more origami. Then later, my mom and I made bread. My mom also made oatmeal cakes to have for breakfast morning after next. Right now, my dad is taking apart the pump in the head (bathroom) to fix it. I can’t wait till the bread is done! I love homemade bread.

from Jason:
I don’t think I can tell the entire banana saga here. Through friendly negotiations in the Manzanillo marketplace, Caitlin procured two large bunches of bananas. I mean large. Each one was difficult for one person to carry. The crew come down the gangway, with someone on each end of each bright green bunch. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

We hung one bunch in the galley and another all the way up in the forepeak, hanging over the foot of Arlo’s bunk. Somehow Oliver had a recording of Harry Belafonte’s Banana Boat song, and we played it and sang it as we worked. In our first days at sea, as the boat started really moving, we added rigging to try to stop the swaying of these huge masses of fruit. We eagerly waited for the bananas to ripen, adding banana backstays and shrouds, topping lifts and vangs to try to keep them from getting momentum. They’re delicate, and though they were green, they bruised if bonked. Finally, on the seventh night out, the bunch in the galley broke loose on its lower end and swung wildly with the roll of the boat, thrashing itself on the back of the settee. Oliver was on watch, and Alma was awake, and they re-secured the bananas and cleaned up the banana slush valiantly.

Oliver only had to give a few bananas a burial at sea, and ate a couple that were broken but not destroyed. He proclaimed them ready and the banana eating was on! We wagered on how many bananas there were in those two bunches. There were 220. Accounting for some loss of bananas, the five of us probably ate at least 180 bananas in nine days. Arlo led the charge, eating as many as nine in a day. We ate so many bananas that we learned, and classified the various stages of banana ripeness. The ripest, “dessert bananas” were so sickly sweet that eating one would put you off bananas for the rest of the day. Caitlin made a wonderful banana bread and Arlo made delicious banana pancakes to try to dilute the sweetness of those last bananas. There was little fanfare or sadness when the dried up final stalk was tossed overboard.

from Arlo:

Today is Mother’s Day, and Alma and I made mom a card.

Our latitude is zero degrees, 20 minutes North. This afternoon we are crossing the equator. Each moment I am farther South and West than I ever have been. My sister and mom are making key lime pie to celebrate, and I am going to toss over a message in a bottle as we cross the equator. It has our lat/long, an email, a date, and a message in it.

I had the idea of putting up both headsails at once and we are going a lot faster. We are about seven and a half days out from the Marquesas. I have not caught any fish since the mahi mahi, and I am convinced that there are no fish in this half of the ocean. Other than that, life has been great. We finished the bananas, and by the time we got down to the last couple dozen out of the 220 to begin with, they were too mushy for anything but being baked into pancakes. They were quite good that way.

May 14, 2018
Day 19–
from Jason:
This morning we’re broad reaching again, rolling downwind toward Hiva Oa. The South Pacific looks and feels just like the North Pacific on the other side of the equator of course, but it still feels like a milestone to have crossed the Equator yesterday. We were at 129 degrees and 42 minutes West at 1654 local time (UTC – 8). Arlo and Alma threw messages over in a bottle. Oliver threw another. Caitlin gave an offering of rum to Poseidon. I blew the Calavera shell we got in Manzanillo, and there we were. It was another typically lovely day in the trades, with the wind and waves and sky all going our way. From here the degrees South will tick back upward. The Southern stars will keep coming higher in the sky at night—Southern Cross, Centaurus, Scorpius, Sagitarius.

In addition to crossing the equator, yesterday our total miles sailed went over 2000 and it was mothers’ day. It was a good day. We ate dinner in the cockpit as usual, Caitlin read The Walkabouts as the sun went down, and we settled Debonair in for another steady night of tradewind sailing.

Jumping the Puddle

Thanks to our friend Mark for posting this update. For those of you who want to follow our progress, you can look up our position at noon today:  14* 04’ N, 118* 51’W.

What follows are a few unedited thoughts from Arlo, Alma, Caitlin and Jason:

Day 2

–Arlo
Left yesterday. Had a great sail all day. I stood my dawn watch this morning. Yesterday as the sun set, we saw a green flash. This morning the sunrise was great. We have been making 4-6 knots under sail, and 6-6.5 knots under engine. Currently the wind is down and we are motoring. The seas are all smooth. The windvane has been steering, and we have been sailing within 10-20 degrees of our course to the Marquesas, 240 degrees. I have a fish line out, but I have not caught anything. Pelagic fishing seems to be farther and fewer between. Just as my mom said it would be. Today we took sun sights with the sextant. The water is so deep and pure blue. I have never seen anything like it. We took a secci disk reading today and you could see the disk for 18 2/3 meters down! All in all it has been about as good a trip as you could hope for, and I was expecting a lot worse.

–Jason
Caitlin is braiding Alma’s hair to keep it from snarling. Oliver is doing the dinner dishes. Arlo is reading in his bunk. Caitlin and Alma are on deck with me. I’m on watch, just past sunset. We quit motoring just after dinner and are sailing on a light and fluky breeze. When it comes up and we go, it feels so good. It’s been lighter than we expected and certainly hoped these first days. It’s been beautiful though. The water is very clear. The sea is a bright, brilliant blue and the sky is pale in this humidity. We stay busy and the day pass quickly.

Day 3

–Arlo
Fluky winds. Watch was uneventful but good, and the sunrise can compare to the previous one. Yesterday, I caught a foot and a half long Mexican Bonito. It was quite good fried. I read the Old Man and the Sea from cover to cover (can you say that when you read it on Kindle?) in one hour. Water has just gotten bluer. You can see clear to over 90 feet deep. The depth around us is several thousand meters. We have come 310 miles and have 7,442 to go, in about 26 days. On the first day out, we retarded clocks one hour, so that the kids’ dawn watch was only dark for one hour. I have started the second volume of Lord of the Rings, the Two Towers. I am working on re-reading the whole series. None of our 220 bananas are ripe yet. Yesterday all five of us took out the exercise bands, and worked out on the foredeck. When the loud old engine is off, life is great.

–Caitlin
Sailors sometimes refer to the Pacific Ocean as “the puddle,”  and right now that description feels apt.  Today is the third day at sea, and though we’re still rolling across small swells there’s almost no wind—the sea surface has alternated these last few hours between glassy and riffled, and we’re all itching to sail again.

We left the harbor at Las Hadas, Manzanillo with no fanfare, no wavers or confetti throwers. That was just fine.  It felt good to be slipping away finally after a couple of weeks of getting ready.  Our friend  Oliver flew in for the passage and got right to work helping with the preparations.  In addition to the boat readiness projects, we took on about 70 gallons of water to top off our tanks, bought 220 green bananas (yes, we did just count them!), filled every seat in a taxi with provisions, took on additional diesel fuel, and filled an empty propane tank.  Figuring out how to provision in a new town was a good challenge.  Finding 12 dozen unwashed eggs was not hard, but where do you find a banana farmer to request two very long stems of bananas?  How do you get onions with their skins intact, when every market in Manzanillo strips them?  And not having tasted a particular brand of olives in a little baggy, do I really want to buy 20 baggies of them?

DEBONAIR was ready to go on Tuesday morning.  On Monday Jason had visited half a dozen different offices in the big ship port of Manzanillo, trying to get us and our boat cleared out of Mexico.  It had been a bit of a runaround—Jason described the varied reactions he got from security guards with machine guns when he showed up carrying a propane tank.  But everyone was courteous and most were helpful and after we had all gone back to the immigration office that night at 7pm because they wanted to see our faces, we thought we’d be able to sail Tuesday after a quick trip to cancel a permit at the government bank in the morning.  How wrong we were.  It seems that we’re the first yacht to check out of the Port of Manzanillo in quite some time and they didn’t know how to treat us any differently than the container ships and tankers that they usually clear.  So instead of heading out to sea Tuesday afternoon, we found ourselves tied up to a big concrete wharf under the Vessel Traffic Control offices, where we had an appointment for a customs inspection.  The four men and one German Shepard that showed up to conduct the inspection didn’t quite know what to do on a boat as small as ours.  And the dog had even less interest in going aboard a small rolling boat than a cat would want to dive into a pool.

We passed inspection and here we are a couple hundred miles of the coast of Mexico, heading west.  Nights have been beautiful, days have been hot.  If you haven’t been to sea, it’s easy to imagine that it’s boring.  But we always find more to do than we have time for.  Part of the reason for that is that we often need to sleep a bit during the day.  There’s also always  something to attend to on the boat—a sail to reef, a line to re-lead, chafe gear to install.  And anything you do regularly at home—cooking, cleaning, personal care, washing dishes—can take twice as long on the boat.  But there’s so much we want to do out here when we’re not taking care of business.

We’ve started taking sun sights and are trying to get good at working them.  There’s exercise routines, reading, looking at weather forecasts, school work,  art, little fix-it jobs, and watching the sunset, which we do as a whole crew in the evening. Already today,  Alma and Arlo are working with Oliver to learn programming on a graphing calculator, I stitched up holes in various items of clothing this morning, Jason and Arlo made a fishing gaff out of a stick of bamboo and a very large fish hook,  Arlo prepared the noon report, Jason stowed some gear, we poured endless buckets of water across the hot decks, and  Arlo did a little washing up with a bucket of fresh water we kept on deck for the purpose.  Now if only the wind would come up, we’d be sailing too.

I think we’re all enjoying the rhythm and routines that are emerging.  Many of those routines will stay the same all the way across the Pacific—some will change as the weather and sea state changes. The blue-footed boobies are still with us, trying to land in our rig for a free ride.  We’ll be too far offshore for them soon, I think.  And I wonder which birds will replace them.  We have so many miles to go.

Day 5

–Alma
This morning I made breakfast for the first time on this trip—I made  oatmeal with cinnamon and dried cranberries.  My favorite part of the day was when I threw over one of the three bottles I brought for messages in bottles.  But the dolphins we saw in the afternoon were pretty good too!

Day 7

–Alma
This morning for breakfast my mom and I made pancakes and a brown sugar and lime juice syrup! Last night four flying fish landed on our boat. Today, Arlo put one of them on a hook and caught a fish! Arlo has also been desperate for a run, so today he ran in place on the side deck. I wish that we were there already. I don’t like waking up at 6:00 for watch. I don’t like making breakfast alone at sea. But there are things that I do like too, like the fact that we haven’t seen another ship since our second night. It’s amazing to think about and hard to keep yourself looking for ships on watch.

–Arlo
Today I caught a skipjack Tuna. I had four flying fish come on board last night, and so I put one on a hook and trolled it at five knots. We got him aboard, and he was so colorful. By the time we were half way done filleting him, all the color was gone. He was about two or two and a half feet long, and when we baked him up at dinner with some potatoes. . . damn. This evening the wind has picked up a bit and we were doing seven knots. Last night at the same time we clocked nine knots. Yesterday, I lost some lures overboard when we rolled and they slid off the aft seat. So very, very, sad. I talked to Granma Nancy yesterday, 600 miles off shore. We are almost 700 miles offshore now. Today I went on a “run”: 30 minutes of jogging in place on the side deck while holding on. It may not sound great, but it’s pretty good cardiovascular exercise, and about all that you could hope for in that neighborhood on a boast.

Day 8

–Jason
Rolling, heaving, pitching, swaying, surging, yawing. Coming up on two straight days of sailing and no engine time. It feels so good. Tonight, Alma and I swapped out jibs again just after sunset in the new dark. A & A really know the boat now, and Alma knows her way around the foredeck. She handled halyards and I tackled as we took in the big jib and then she handled sheets while I hauled the halyard as we set the working jib, the bow rolling sweetly and the bow waving shushing. Last night the dolphins joined us. Tonight there was phosphorescence in the bow wave. As we surged and plunged, lights rolled out in the froth like stars in the sea.

Day 9

–Alma
No flying fish came aboard last night. Every day we make note of how many miles we have come from noon to noon. Today we broke our record and did 144 nautical miles! Last night, a lot of our bananas mushed from being rocked so much. We took the mushy ones to make banana bread.

— Caitlin
We hit the trade winds a couple of days ago and have been scooting along ever since, often going 7 or 8 knots under mizzen and yankee jib alone through the days and nights.  Today at noon Arlo plotted our position and announced we’d made good almost 150 miles—a vast improvement over our first few windless days.

It’s odd that it’s not lonely, but I think very few sailors feel lonely at sea.  To start with, there are five of us living in a 40’ space.  But also the sea, the sky, and Debonair herself are dynamic, always changing, and it’s hard not to think of ourselves as in conversation with those forces.  The brown-footed boobies and red footed boobies are still with us, and now tropic birds are making an appearance.  They all seem to stay near us—some of the hundreds of flying fish we scare out of the water become their dinner.  And, of course, dolphins visit most days and many nights.

The fresh food should be largely gone by the end of next week, though we’ll have cabbages and onions to  the end, I hope.  After a bananadventure last night involving some mashed bananas that were given a fitting burial over the stern of the boat, we’ve opened the banana season—we should be in bananas for a couple of weeks, if they don’t ripen too fast.

Arlo prepared our noon report and predicted 16 more days until the Marquesas.  We’ll see what lies ahead.