The Good, the Bad, and the Gnarly

Madagascar Push PushIn the 2 1/2 days between 14 day back to back trips I found myself deflated and exhausted. A common theme of these logs I know. Less than 60 hours to clean, provision, complete necessary maintenance, handle all the administrative tasks, take on fuel, propane- all the things that happen behind the scenes that are so necessary to keep Discovery on the move. Yet I hear again and again, from just about everyone who boards that I must have the best job in the world. Hmmm. My house has guests visiting 200+ days every year. It is small (as houses go), always on the move, in constant need of repair; and my office, bed, bathroom and only place to be “alone”, is the size of a large closet and shared with my partner Jody.

Old Faces, New Places

Kuna IndiansIt seems an eternity ago that I happened across an old friend, completely unexpectedly. I was having a tough day, running around Cartagena, Colombia trying to get parts for Discovery, dripping sweat in the blistering humid heat. I sat down for a moment in the yacht club trying to plan my next move when in walked Francis Savage, who crewed for me for two seasons in the South Pacific a few years ago. We hadn’t seen or spoken to one another (Francis isn’t too keen on modern technology, such as email) since June, 2005 in Buenos Aires, me on my way to sail around Cape Horn, Francis on his way to becoming his own captain (I’d taught Francis how to sail). I guess we always knew that we’d see each other again, but it was a hell of a surprise.

Landfall

We’ve had a catastrophe aboard Discovery. Nothing broken, no one lost at sea, but still a disaster. We lost our best lure. Besides that we spaced getting proper swivels, so the remainder of our lures our useless – they just spin around endlessly until the fishing line is so screwed up (literally) that a fish couldn’t get it even if he wanted it. We have had a few flying fish hit the deck at night, so we’ll have to use one as bait if we’re to land any more fish. Gruesome tale, I know.

Mid Atlantic

Not much drama to report. With easing winds we’ve slowed enough to finally nab a couple nice Mahi-Mahi, or Dorado as they are called in the Atlantic. A gorgeous fish, both to look at and to eat. The first was caught and on our plates with an asian salad accompaniment within an hour. My kind of sailing.

Cat reflections

Day 4 out of Lanzarote. 2200 miles to go. We’re experiencing about the most steady trade conditions I’ve sailed in. Last year I made a solo delivery from Santos, Brazil to St Maarten in the Caribbean which was 33 days at sea, and the last 10 days of that trip we’re certainly great sailing conditions,…

Finally Underway!

Closings are never easy and Discovery was no exception. Our scheduled closing date, December 15th came and passed with almost $600,000 in two separate wires lost in the murky world of international wires. For a week and I half I paced the docks, called my bank repeatedly, cussed and drank an inordinate amount of very…