So...it was time to head out in the new boat and get wet. Leaving lake and bay sailing life behind, I purchased Predict Wind and an Iridium Go Sat phone and began planning trip departures and weather routing runs on the software and watching for a window in Galveston's September storms to make my journey. Despite putting Croatia as my final destination in my journal I only planned a 120 mile SSE location from Google Earth as my destination, this had me beating to the dominant SE Gulf winds and then reaching home. Storms persisted all month and I consulted a virgin Delphi at the oracle of Apollo and got a prediction that said I could sail through a two day possible window of only a few scattered thunder storms an good wind...thanking the virgin, I set my trip in motion.
All was as foretold and Daffy and I found our selfs closed hauled heading out in semi threatening skys playing some head banging music and eating popsiscles pretty much all day. Evening began to roll around and this is where I question the whole...virgin...thing. Things got dark and i found myself throwing reefs in the main and hauling in some jib. 30 knot winds..Boom, just like that. I found out quick that I did not have enough sail up to forereach into the wind and found myself in total anchors, when the wind let Daffy loose we ran south with it for about two hours. When it abated and with the smell of ozone still fresh in our senses from a near lightning strike, we turned back SSE and gleened from our experience over a hot coffee. This was about the time I first started yawning.
Judging my radar at various ranges from oil rigs, I felt I could grab 20 minutes so I set two alarms and took my hand held GPS to bed with me. Waking in stark terror 20 minutes later and getting beat up by Daffy in the companion way i was able to see that we were still ok....not about to be twisted up in an oil rig...Cool. At this point I judged my little naps effect figured I could get a couple more of them in by morning...Another bout of weather dashed that.
By morning I was tired and turned back...reaching all the way home. Fretting every little thing played a heavy toll on me, up and down the companion way 200 times checking this and that..climbing down the hull checking on steering..throug hulls etc was very taxing. I imagine after time the things i sweated wont be as big a deal as i made them to be and i will be relaxed and not consuming a million calories. The sleep I got in was not enough to make up for the intensity level I was working at and I was exhausted when I got back
Any thoughts?
All was as foretold and Daffy and I found our selfs closed hauled heading out in semi threatening skys playing some head banging music and eating popsiscles pretty much all day. Evening began to roll around and this is where I question the whole...virgin...thing. Things got dark and i found myself throwing reefs in the main and hauling in some jib. 30 knot winds..Boom, just like that. I found out quick that I did not have enough sail up to forereach into the wind and found myself in total anchors, when the wind let Daffy loose we ran south with it for about two hours. When it abated and with the smell of ozone still fresh in our senses from a near lightning strike, we turned back SSE and gleened from our experience over a hot coffee. This was about the time I first started yawning.
Judging my radar at various ranges from oil rigs, I felt I could grab 20 minutes so I set two alarms and took my hand held GPS to bed with me. Waking in stark terror 20 minutes later and getting beat up by Daffy in the companion way i was able to see that we were still ok....not about to be twisted up in an oil rig...Cool. At this point I judged my little naps effect figured I could get a couple more of them in by morning...Another bout of weather dashed that.
By morning I was tired and turned back...reaching all the way home. Fretting every little thing played a heavy toll on me, up and down the companion way 200 times checking this and that..climbing down the hull checking on steering..throug hulls etc was very taxing. I imagine after time the things i sweated wont be as big a deal as i made them to be and i will be relaxed and not consuming a million calories. The sleep I got in was not enough to make up for the intensity level I was working at and I was exhausted when I got back
Any thoughts?
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