Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.
|Bouldering with Nikki - she's quite the climbing puppy|
On day 3 we were well on track to average the same speed when only 8 miles from our target anchorage, all winds died. We tried everything: our new spinnaker, whisker pole on the jib, prayers, dances, promises to Deity of choice, pretending NOT to notice or whine but nothing worked; nada! Only 8 miles from target! We could actually SEE where we had hoped to spend a nice night catching up on sleep from our passage.
Instead, we watched a truly colorful desert sunset from the cockpit, read another chapter or two of our current book, had a little wine with dinner (which we usually don’t drink while on passages), checked our position and environment and headed to sleep for a little while since everything seemed safe and under control (what control says I when there is no wind!!!)…. Thankfully the current and waves were helping our sailboat gently and slowly float away from land otherwise more attention would have to be given to our course…
That morning, around 4:00 am, we had what seemed like enough wind to get us to the anchorage only for most of it to be wasted on a detour to avoid a large ship who was heading straight for us. Thankfully we had plenty of wind to change course and avoid it, unfortunately once passed that danger zone, the winds died and as I typed this, we are exactly where we were 16 hours ago.
On one hand, we can’t complain for we had two great days prior to this delay but it takes a lot of what? A lot of optimism? A lot of trust? A lot of courage? A lot of craziness? To take this in stride? This is where most would have turned on the motor and coast the last miles to anchor. This is where we ask ourselves were we nuts to start sailing without a motor?
The answer to the above question changes constantly. One minute we are awed by the million dollar sceneries forced stoppages offer us and therefore being thankful, another minute we are ready to call it quits only to switch again as we know we wouldn’t feel as accomplished had we had a motor to switch on and power us through.
Even Nikki seems to pick up on our slightly disappointed mood and is sulking a bit. She is not quite her normal bouncy and happy self yet I know she’ll rebound as soon as we do.
We just had coffee and breakfast and Mike is below trying to catch up on sleep while I watch a nearly mirror like mercury sea reflecting the fading orange hues of the end of a sunrise. I feel very safe in my little floating house and I am at peace with not being there yet until it happens again that we are so close, yet oh so far away from reaching the next anchorage and I start questioning if we are sane, especially when that little 8 miles became 37 extra hours of sailing! But, in the scheme of a year or two or many more of traveling, that is minuscule.
|Lacy rock outcrops over turquoise water|
|Cave near base of lacy outcrop|