Today was such a fun day. You have all become an integral part of our journey. We sat together in the cockpit and read all of the comments out loud. (Liz did the reading, she is delightfully expressive.) After each comment, someone would say “who is that” and then we would hear a story or two about you. We would reflect on each comment and the reader’s perspective. Are they a worrier? Are they funny? Is this a typical comment? Much laughter ensued and it brought us all closer. A personal comment would bring a slight mist to the eye of the recipient, while we all quietly reflected and waited. You can imagine the pregnant pause as we reflected on the notion of each one of our names being mentioned in prayer at our church. We are so moved by your spirit of love and care.
I forgot to mention that last night Cam really nailed the steering. It was hard to keep the boat on course, but a groove existed and if you were very adroit at the wheel movements you could reduce rudder-induced drag and just let the boat fly down the waves.The feeling when that happens is similar to the first time you catch a good wave as a kid on a boogie board and just feel that lift. He grinned the whole watch.
Also, my generous and always fun son Matt spotted me for half of the hand steering of my 8:00am-noon solo watch. Thanks Matty J, I owe you.
After my post today about singing in the cockpit the weather got very squally and all watches were in full “foulies”. Matt took advantage of the “free shower’, of course. His happy engagement with the world is contagious. Every one of us is very happy in our foul weather gear. There is no bad weather, just bad gear. The much anticipated wind shift from SW to NE happened almost exactly as predicted by Bill and the good folks at Commander’s Weather, so we jibed at about 6:30 and finally got on port tack. Except for a brief stint in the shipping lanes, we had not been on port tack since we sailed past Castle Hill and waved to our loved ones. You all know what happened next: all of the doodads which were happily resting on the downhill side of the boat now got promoted to the uphill side of the boat, where they could resume projectiling at us, their most favorite game. Luckily we are a savvy crew and, mostly, stow in anticipation of this.
The wind, which was to have come from the N or NE, is now coming from the ENE, which is kind of where we are trying to go. Oh my gosh, nature is in on this. I promise, exactly as I typed the last line, the bow lifted and crashed into a wave, with an abrupt THUD that probably awoke anyone ahead of the mast. More zigging. Oh well, we have had five wondrous and spectacular days of 20-35 knot winds abaft of the beam, and they cannot take that away.
I have to go suit up for the 11:00pm-2:00am watch. I relish the opportunity. Sleep well, we love you.