Finally, at last, by the 29th August the trades had moderated and I let go from the mooring as the tide turned to ebb and headed out from Cairns. Truce had been tied up there for nearly a month and developed a nasty scummy slime around the waterline. Time to sail it off.
BARE ISLAND SOUTHWARD, MICKEY SUFFERS SERIOUS INJURY
The day started out perfectly, little did we know how difficult it would turn out. I gingerly picked up the anchor from the anchorage behind Bare Island, the chain catching on rocks but eventually coming free and with relief I stowed the anchor and retrieved the buoy and line. I then noticed a boat heading... Continue Reading →
BARE POLES AROUND CAPE MENDOCINO
The same old story, two steps forward – one back. Last night the wind came on very strong. As we approached Cape Mendocino all hell let lose. The wind was howling – no shrieking from the North with great gusts thrown in. It felt stronger than the forty knots predicted. I was unable to carry... Continue Reading →
ANOTHER FRUSTRATING NIGHT
I finished writing and sending off last nights’ log, then settled in the cockpit with a beer and some music. All was well with my world and we were sailing along at five plus knots. Then, in the space of thirty minutes the wind died and we were left struggling along with just the Jib. ... Continue Reading →