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December 26 - Life, Love and Death on the High Seas (not a Tangvaldweb)
December 26 - Life, Love and Death on the High Seas (not a
Tangvald web) Well, here we are on Boxing Day, moving inexorably toward our intermediate destination of Lake Worth, where our Kiwi buddies are staging for their jump to the Bahamas. Color us jealous, as we'll not get to go this year, having other things to attend to. Unfortunately for them, his back is in one of its rebellions, and unless things improve markedly, the ideal window which is forecast for this weekend will pass them by as his back will not tolerate motion to any great degree. The weather, for us, has been the usual frustrations. None of NOAA's predictions have proven correct - either the direction or velocity of the wind forecasted, or both, have been wrong. That's meant that we have not made the progress we'd expected. However, with the exception of our couple of times when we hove to, we've made slow progress southward, regardless of what little wind we had. Last night, the wind was out of a different direction, and substantially lower speed, than forecast, but it did allow us to continue. When I woke Lydia to take her shift at 2AM, the wind was an underwhelming 2-4 knots with gusts to 6-8 knots as compared to the forecasted 15. As it was very close to astern, I was running a prevented (so that the boom would not flop around in the remaining relatively higher seas than would have been expected from the wind velocity) main and loosely sheeted genoa. We're very happy with our new sails, as we were making more speed than the average wind speed seen, as little as it was. However, shortly after taking over, Lydia woke me to say that the wind was picking up and ask if we needed to put up the pole to keep the genoa out. Because the situation was steady with the wind nearly dead astern, and only building slightly, I suggested she just sheet in the main and flop it over. She did that, and prevented it on the other side, and continued onward under wing and wing, and cleared the restricted areas around Cape Canaveral just before dawn. When I woke at 10, the wind had dropped again, so we put out the pole and continued under wing and wing, getting 4.2 knots from 3.5 knots of wind, helped by a slight counter current off the Gulf Stream. That would continue throughout the day, whatever the wind speed was. Back to the title, Life aboard is marvelous. Unlike our early travels, nothing has broken recently, and we've been able to proceed without panic stops. Love is alive and well - Lydia and I are so happy it's illegal in most states, and we're falling in love all over again. The part about Death has to do with our visitor from yesterday. When we left you, the little bird had roosted in my sweatshirt. At dawn, it stirred, and drank from the water we'd provided for it. It hopped around the cockpit for a little while, but Lydia got nervous with Portia present, and put the little bird in my cabin, while I slept. It roosted in some socks of hers, but had moved to just above my head as I slept, and as Lydia was afraid it might be crushed if I moved, she took it topsides again, and put Portia under leash and harness. When she opened the aft window of our enclosure, our visitor took wing. She expected it would head to shore, a little closer, now, but speculated that it might return. Sure enough, as I got out to do some line adjustments, there it was, huddled on the deck. I picked it up, with no resistance, and returned it to the comfort of my sweatshirt. However, as Portia woke up and we went to protect it, it fell on the floor, dead. We speculate that the bird was in distress when it first landed, perhaps contributing to its lack of fear of humans. Birds do all they can to appear normal, to confuse potential predators of their injury or poor health; aside from the unusual (well, not unique, we've discovered, as another of this sort visited us earlier this year, and on our initial purchase delivery trip, an adolescent barn swallow visited with us for a time) nature of a bird comfortably in the cockpit with us, this bird appeared normal. Apparently, this bird had blessed us with its final hours of life. Such unexpected beauty and trust, while saddening for its death, was one of the marvelous surprises we enjoy as we live on the water in our "mobile home" - moving from place to place as the wind allows. And, for those not getting the pun, we've been reading Peter Tangvald's book of the same name. If you think we've had troubles, you should read this book. We're very thankful to be in our condition and state. That's not to say that we don't have continuous challenges of one sort or another. Every boat is full of potentials for repairs or replacement of parts, or broken gear, or unexpected (negative) surprises. However, our challenges are small by comparison. Earlier today, I discovered that I'd not made the bowline in the second reefing line on the mainsail tight enough, and the line dangled from the boom. It will require redoing as or after we lower the sail, but it's of no particular note, other than if we really needed a second reef before that time. However, with the wind as it is, if there were enough to support it, we'd be running the spinnaker. Unfortunately, the wind is so light that, in frustration, accompanied by the lack of sunlight for the last couple of days meaning that we'd not had any assistance from our solar panels, *as well* as no wind generation, this afternoon we turned on the engine and motorsailed off on our continued way, charging our batteries as we go. Tonight I was able to get on the Maritime Mobile Net, through a relay in Houston. That relay became the net control later in the evening, and I heard from all parts of the world that the propagation was really poor, the cause of our inabilities to make contact on other nights. Given that we're motorsailing, we'll be arriving at the entrance to Lake Worth in the middle of the predawn morning. However, as it's lit, and we have not one but two different electronic programs, our chartplotters, and paper charts, we'll make that entrance on arrival, rather than waiting for daylight as we'd originally thought to do. Once we're inside the channel, we'll make the turn to the left and go to the anchorage just south of the marinas south of Peanut Island, and turn in until either it gets too hot, or the sun wakes us, or both. So, as Lydia takes the first watch, I'm off to my shower and a nap, and will leave you with the hopes that your Christmas or other holiday celebrations were as you wished. Stay tuned. L8R Skip Morgan 461 #2 SV Flying Pig KI4MPC See our galleries at www.justpickone.org/skip/gallery ! Follow us at http://groups.google.com/group/flyingpiglog and/or http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TheFlyingPigLog "You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true. You may have to work for it however." (and) "There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts." (Richard Bach, in The Reluctant Messiah) |
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December 26 - Life, Love and Death on the High Seas (not a Tangvald web)
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December 26 - Life, Love and Death on the High Seas (not a Tangvald web)
"Skip Gundlach" wrote in message
... December 26 - Life, Love and Death on the High Seas (not a Tangvald web) Well, here we are on Boxing Day, moving inexorably toward our intermediate destination of Lake Worth, where our Kiwi buddies are staging for their jump to the Bahamas. Color us jealous, as we'll not get to go this year, having other things to attend to. Unfortunately for them, his back is in one of its rebellions, and unless things improve markedly, the ideal window which is forecast for this weekend will pass them by as his back will not tolerate motion to any great degree. The weather, for us, has been the usual frustrations. None of NOAA's predictions have proven correct - either the direction or velocity of the wind forecasted, or both, have been wrong. That's meant that we have not made the progress we'd expected. However, with the exception of our couple of times when we hove to, we've made slow progress southward, regardless of what little wind we had. Last night, the wind was out of a different direction, and substantially lower speed, than forecast, but it did allow us to continue. When I woke Lydia to take her shift at 2AM, the wind was an underwhelming 2-4 knots with gusts to 6-8 knots as compared to the forecasted 15. As it was very close to astern, I was running a prevented (so that the boom would not flop around in the remaining relatively higher seas than would have been expected from the wind velocity) main and loosely sheeted genoa. We're very happy with our new sails, as we were making more speed than the average wind speed seen, as little as it was. However, shortly after taking over, Lydia woke me to say that the wind was picking up and ask if we needed to put up the pole to keep the genoa out. Because the situation was steady with the wind nearly dead astern, and only building slightly, I suggested she just sheet in the main and flop it over. She did that, and prevented it on the other side, and continued onward under wing and wing, and cleared the restricted areas around Cape Canaveral just before dawn. When I woke at 10, the wind had dropped again, so we put out the pole and continued under wing and wing, getting 4.2 knots from 3.5 knots of wind, helped by a slight counter current off the Gulf Stream. That would continue throughout the day, whatever the wind speed was. Back to the title, Life aboard is marvelous. Unlike our early travels, nothing has broken recently, and we've been able to proceed without panic stops. Love is alive and well - Lydia and I are so happy it's illegal in most states, and we're falling in love all over again. The part about Death has to do with our visitor from yesterday. When we left you, the little bird had roosted in my sweatshirt. At dawn, it stirred, and drank from the water we'd provided for it. It hopped around the cockpit for a little while, but Lydia got nervous with Portia present, and put the little bird in my cabin, while I slept. It roosted in some socks of hers, but had moved to just above my head as I slept, and as Lydia was afraid it might be crushed if I moved, she took it topsides again, and put Portia under leash and harness. When she opened the aft window of our enclosure, our visitor took wing. She expected it would head to shore, a little closer, now, but speculated that it might return. Sure enough, as I got out to do some line adjustments, there it was, huddled on the deck. I picked it up, with no resistance, and returned it to the comfort of my sweatshirt. However, as Portia woke up and we went to protect it, it fell on the floor, dead. We speculate that the bird was in distress when it first landed, perhaps contributing to its lack of fear of humans. Birds do all they can to appear normal, to confuse potential predators of their injury or poor health; aside from the unusual (well, not unique, we've discovered, as another of this sort visited us earlier this year, and on our initial purchase delivery trip, an adolescent barn swallow visited with us for a time) nature of a bird comfortably in the cockpit with us, this bird appeared normal. Apparently, this bird had blessed us with its final hours of life. Such unexpected beauty and trust, while saddening for its death, was one of the marvelous surprises we enjoy as we live on the water in our "mobile home" - moving from place to place as the wind allows. Nice post. We were offshore the Cal/Mex coast (just north of San Diego as I recall) a few years ago, heading south about 120nm offshore when a small non-sea bird landed on the deck. It looked like a sparrow. It was clearly tired, and I'm thinking glad for the respite. It stayed with us for a couple of days, and would take neither water nor food. You couldn't pick it up, but it would hop within a 1/2 foot, and at one point landed on someone's hat while she was wearing it and stayed put for a tour of the above-decks. Finally, mid-day on the third day, it took flight headed north. This was October. -- "j" ganz @@ www.sailnow.com |
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December 26 - Life, Love and Death on the High Seas (not aTangvald web)
On Dec 28, 8:16 am, "Capt. JG" wrote:
"Skip Gundlach" wrote in message .... Nice post. We were offshore the Cal/Mex coast (just north of San Diego as I recall) a few years ago, heading south about 120nm offshore when a small non-sea bird landed on the deck. It looked like a sparrow. It was clearly tired, and I'm thinking glad for the respite. ... We get the occasional bird catching a ride when we're on passage. Usually boobies. But the most amazing bird visit was from a sparrow. As I recall we were about the longitude of the cooks and still down around 37-38S sailing east when this tiny bit of fuzz dropped by. It was a sparrow of a type that we see in New Zealand all the time -- they flit around in massive flocks eating berries and making unreasonably large sticky black turds that can burn the paint right off of the decks. I'm told they are called "welcome sparrows" though to me birds mostly fit into the categories of "birds to eat" or "birds to look at", so I wouldn't swear to the id. I'm also told that they make the journey from New Zealand to Alaska(?) every year. This seems wildly unlikely to me since they are about as big as a puff of milkweed and obviously can't alight on the sea. Nevertheless, this little creature nestled down on our deck for a day very far from the nearest land in somewhat unpleasant weather and then headed off to parts north on his own... Wonderful indeed. -- Tom. |
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December 26 - Life, Love and Death on the High Seas (not a Tangvald web)
Skip Gundlach wrote in news:54afb8b4-fd66-46b6-
: None of NOAA's predictions have proven correct - either the direction or velocity of the wind forecasted, or both, have been wrong. If Skip is using the radio-fax charts, I'll once again remind him that the forecasts are for off-shore, not coastal. I also thought that when I looked at them, that they were showing 10 kts and +/- 5 kts is pretty normal. There appears to be a high pressure ridge running through central FL (which is about where Skip is), and the winds will be light and variable as one passes through it. They will switch from the NE on the N side of the ridge to the SE on the other side. I'm not at all surprised at the winds that Skip is seeing. -- Geoff www.GeoffSchultz.org |
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December 26 - Life, Love and Death on the High Seas (not aTangvald web)
On Dec 28, 10:28 am, Geoff Schultz wrote:
.... If Skip is using the radio-fax charts, I'll once again remind him that the forecasts are for off-shore, not coastal. I also thought that when I looked at them, that they were showing 10 kts and +/- 5 kts is pretty normal. ... Right and with Skip sailing DDW at 4.5 with and apparent wind of 3.5 it's hard to find fault with a forecast of 10 true... -- Tom. |
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December 26 - Life, Love and Death on the High Seas (not a Tangvald web)
Bummer about the bird, Skip. Now you will need to do the "bird curse"
ceremony. If you don't do this, your days afloat will be afflicted by horrible tickling, that feels like a feather is running up and down your back. Here is the ceremonyl 1. take an egg 2. smash the egg on your head 3. let the egg run down your face as Lydia laughs at you. Then,, jump overboard for a swim. That't it .. Glad I could be of help. ===================== "Skip Gundlach" wrote in message ... December 26 - Life, Love and Death on the High Seas (not a Tangvald web) Well, here we are on Boxing Day, moving inexorably toward our intermediate destination of Lake Worth, where our Kiwi buddies are staging for their jump to the Bahamas. Color us jealous, as we'll not get to go this year, having other things to attend to. Unfortunately for them, his back is in one of its rebellions, and unless things improve markedly, the ideal window which is forecast for this weekend will pass them by as his back will not tolerate motion to any great degree. The weather, for us, has been the usual frustrations. None of NOAA's predictions have proven correct - either the direction or velocity of the wind forecasted, or both, have been wrong. That's meant that we have not made the progress we'd expected. However, with the exception of our couple of times when we hove to, we've made slow progress southward, regardless of what little wind we had. Last night, the wind was out of a different direction, and substantially lower speed, than forecast, but it did allow us to continue. When I woke Lydia to take her shift at 2AM, the wind was an underwhelming 2-4 knots with gusts to 6-8 knots as compared to the forecasted 15. As it was very close to astern, I was running a prevented (so that the boom would not flop around in the remaining relatively higher seas than would have been expected from the wind velocity) main and loosely sheeted genoa. We're very happy with our new sails, as we were making more speed than the average wind speed seen, as little as it was. However, shortly after taking over, Lydia woke me to say that the wind was picking up and ask if we needed to put up the pole to keep the genoa out. Because the situation was steady with the wind nearly dead astern, and only building slightly, I suggested she just sheet in the main and flop it over. She did that, and prevented it on the other side, and continued onward under wing and wing, and cleared the restricted areas around Cape Canaveral just before dawn. When I woke at 10, the wind had dropped again, so we put out the pole and continued under wing and wing, getting 4.2 knots from 3.5 knots of wind, helped by a slight counter current off the Gulf Stream. That would continue throughout the day, whatever the wind speed was. Back to the title, Life aboard is marvelous. Unlike our early travels, nothing has broken recently, and we've been able to proceed without panic stops. Love is alive and well - Lydia and I are so happy it's illegal in most states, and we're falling in love all over again. The part about Death has to do with our visitor from yesterday. When we left you, the little bird had roosted in my sweatshirt. At dawn, it stirred, and drank from the water we'd provided for it. It hopped around the cockpit for a little while, but Lydia got nervous with Portia present, and put the little bird in my cabin, while I slept. It roosted in some socks of hers, but had moved to just above my head as I slept, and as Lydia was afraid it might be crushed if I moved, she took it topsides again, and put Portia under leash and harness. When she opened the aft window of our enclosure, our visitor took wing. She expected it would head to shore, a little closer, now, but speculated that it might return. Sure enough, as I got out to do some line adjustments, there it was, huddled on the deck. I picked it up, with no resistance, and returned it to the comfort of my sweatshirt. However, as Portia woke up and we went to protect it, it fell on the floor, dead. We speculate that the bird was in distress when it first landed, perhaps contributing to its lack of fear of humans. Birds do all they can to appear normal, to confuse potential predators of their injury or poor health; aside from the unusual (well, not unique, we've discovered, as another of this sort visited us earlier this year, and on our initial purchase delivery trip, an adolescent barn swallow visited with us for a time) nature of a bird comfortably in the cockpit with us, this bird appeared normal. Apparently, this bird had blessed us with its final hours of life. Such unexpected beauty and trust, while saddening for its death, was one of the marvelous surprises we enjoy as we live on the water in our "mobile home" - moving from place to place as the wind allows. And, for those not getting the pun, we've been reading Peter Tangvald's book of the same name. If you think we've had troubles, you should read this book. We're very thankful to be in our condition and state. That's not to say that we don't have continuous challenges of one sort or another. Every boat is full of potentials for repairs or replacement of parts, or broken gear, or unexpected (negative) surprises. However, our challenges are small by comparison. Earlier today, I discovered that I'd not made the bowline in the second reefing line on the mainsail tight enough, and the line dangled from the boom. It will require redoing as or after we lower the sail, but it's of no particular note, other than if we really needed a second reef before that time. However, with the wind as it is, if there were enough to support it, we'd be running the spinnaker. Unfortunately, the wind is so light that, in frustration, accompanied by the lack of sunlight for the last couple of days meaning that we'd not had any assistance from our solar panels, *as well* as no wind generation, this afternoon we turned on the engine and motorsailed off on our continued way, charging our batteries as we go. Tonight I was able to get on the Maritime Mobile Net, through a relay in Houston. That relay became the net control later in the evening, and I heard from all parts of the world that the propagation was really poor, the cause of our inabilities to make contact on other nights. Given that we're motorsailing, we'll be arriving at the entrance to Lake Worth in the middle of the predawn morning. However, as it's lit, and we have not one but two different electronic programs, our chartplotters, and paper charts, we'll make that entrance on arrival, rather than waiting for daylight as we'd originally thought to do. Once we're inside the channel, we'll make the turn to the left and go to the anchorage just south of the marinas south of Peanut Island, and turn in until either it gets too hot, or the sun wakes us, or both. So, as Lydia takes the first watch, I'm off to my shower and a nap, and will leave you with the hopes that your Christmas or other holiday celebrations were as you wished. Stay tuned. L8R Skip Morgan 461 #2 SV Flying Pig KI4MPC See our galleries at www.justpickone.org/skip/gallery ! Follow us at http://groups.google.com/group/flyingpiglog and/or http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TheFlyingPigLog "You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true. You may have to work for it however." (and) "There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts." (Richard Bach, in The Reluctant Messiah) |
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December 26 - Life, Love and Death on the High Seas (not a Tangvald web)
On 2007-12-28 19:01:54 -0500, "Sir Thomas of Cannondale"
said: Here is the ceremonyl 1. take an egg 2. smash the egg on your head 3. let the egg run down your face as Lydia laughs at you. Then,, jump overboard for a swim. That's it .. Sounds strange, but anything that actively involves the rest of the crew can make for a memorable time. I don't believe Skip and Lydia *need* such, but that sounds like a fun activity that I might introduce it to my lovely lady as some way to "get back" at me. (as long as I can clean off, such is not anything that causes me angst.) -- Jere Lull Tanzer 28 #4 out of Tolchester, MD Xan's pages: http://web.mac.com/jerelull/iWeb/Xan/ Our BVI trips & tips: http://homepage.mac.com/jerelull/BVI/ |
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December 26 - Life, Love and Death on the High Seas (not a Tangvald web)
Angst?
That is another ceremony. ............... I may have it in my forthcoming book; "Ceremony, and Laughter while Sinking" "Jere Lull" wrote in message news:2007122900221716807-jerelull@maccom... On 2007-12-28 19:01:54 -0500, "Sir Thomas of Cannondale" said: Here is the ceremonyl 1. take an egg 2. smash the egg on your head 3. let the egg run down your face as Lydia laughs at you. Then,, jump overboard for a swim. That's it .. Sounds strange, but anything that actively involves the rest of the crew can make for a memorable time. I don't believe Skip and Lydia *need* such, but that sounds like a fun activity that I might introduce it to my lovely lady as some way to "get back" at me. (as long as I can clean off, such is not anything that causes me angst.) -- Jere Lull Tanzer 28 #4 out of Tolchester, MD Xan's pages: http://web.mac.com/jerelull/iWeb/Xan/ Our BVI trips & tips: http://homepage.mac.com/jerelull/BVI/ |
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December 26 - Life, Love and Death on the High Seas (not a Tangvald web)
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Nice post. We were offshore the Cal/Mex coast (just north of San Diego as I recall) a few years ago, heading south about 120nm offshore when a small non-sea bird landed on the deck. It looked like a sparrow. It was clearly tired, and I'm thinking glad for the respite. It stayed with us for a couple of days, and would take neither water nor food. You couldn't pick it up, but it would hop within a 1/2 foot, and at one point landed on someone's hat while she was wearing it and stayed put for a tour of the above-decks. Finally, mid-day on the third day, it took flight headed north. This was October. On a lighter note, a few years back we were heading north in the Irish Sea whan a ringed racing pidgeon landed on deck, obviously tired, but not exactly exhausted. We fed him and allowed him to rest for about 3 hours, and finally he took off, headed south! Are these birds so dim that they don't know to hitch a lift on a boat that is headed in the direction of "home"? He added a good 20 miles of distance to his race by taking a rest! Took a note of his ring number, but decided not to contact his owner as there may have been some retribution against him by said owner. Dennis. |
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