Well, it’s been about ten days since the last post and it seems the notion that people are getting antsy to get things back moving again has taken hold. This is a thing that happens when you’ve hove to in a storm for a while. When it’s bad and you’re in the middle of the fury, you’re glad as hell for the respite you’ve gained with the tactic. It’s really not great, but it’s way better than bashing downwind
Eighty degrees by 10 AM with a westerly breeze at 9 knots and a zero percent chance of rain; I think we’ll fly an imaginary spinnaker today and make good weather of it. Maybe that would be a good thing to get started on researching today, a real spinnaker. I’ve been intrigued with the idea for quite some time to give ol’ Colony II better light air
If this wasn’t a voyage to nowhere I’d have to crank up the diesel to make any miles. It’s almost a non-day, so far at least. Nothing seems to have made any progress. Not nothing altogether I suppose, I did manage to get a decent night’s sleep so that’s an unusual plus for me.
Outdoors has that look and the phone weather says so. Star Trek ran kinda late last night so my idea of being up early went over the transom. But eight hours is a good defense against Coronavirus, so say the experts.
First thing even before getting the hot water going for coffee and tea, I grab the flashlight and check the paper towel under the thru-hull repair for wet. This is gonna be a good day, methinks. Now if the world out there can follow along the same path, even with a jury-rigged solution like mine for now, that would be a good thing.
So why not go on a real voyage? Bad idea for us anyway, at this moment. The boat’s not ready is the best reason and what we hear from the sailors we keep up with via Youtube and blogs they’re mostly stuck in place all over the world. So you can leave a harbor but you can’t enter one if you’re changing countries, sometimes even within the same country.
One day past the two-week quarantine and one day into the new thirty-day extension. Shelter in place–stay the hell home. We are bending the curve, saving lives, protecting ourselves and loved ones. It’s how we get to be heroes in this age. For our part, I have mixed feelings about it all. On the one hand I’ve decided to pretend more or less that Julie and I are on a crossing, a voyage say, across the Pacific.