Oliver and I arrived early to prep the boat. The deck and hardware had gotten a bit green so we did a bit of scrubbing.
When David and Mark arrived we dropped the outboard in and warmed it up. Took two starts to idle from cold.
Once out in Shilshole Bay we started hunting for some wind but there wasn’t much to be found at first. A boat off West Point had full sail up as well as another off of Bainbridge directly across so we motored west to get out of Magnolia’s wind shadow.
There was some weather coming in from the north around the convergent zone and once it arrived we were off.
Mark was on the tiller and I was trimming the sails. We made a few tacks and made our way windward until the winds finally passed. The knot meters were still not functioning so no info on speed in the water. My guess is close to four knots.
We ended up on a beam reach heading south with a gentle wind coming from the east. David set up the stove and boiled some water while I cut up some bread and cheese and we all enjoyed a warm lunch in the middle of the bay.
After bobbing around a bit more we motored back in just before 15:00.
David and Mark left, Oliver and I spent some more time scrubbing. Then we buttoned Nirvana up and headed home.
I think I have just one thing on my bucket list and it’s going on a high latitude sailing expedition. 59º North and the operation behind it is the reason the internet exists.
We’ve sailed almost 1,000 miles south from Svalbard and yet the temperature and the weather remains much the same. Grey, overcast skies, light drizzle, patchy fog and cold. Feels like we’ve gone sideways. I said to Mia earlier that when you leave the Chesapeake in November to sail south, you get a d
When I got engaged my father-in-law to be took it upon himself to introduce me his favorite pastime.
He bought me a pair of boots, threw a pack on my back, then drove a group of us into the Olympics for a multi-night adventure over mountain passes and into valleys where the black bears and mountain goats outnumbered the humans.
After a decade and a half of multi-day trips with the guys we decided it was time to get the next generation up the mountain.
We took the boy to the favorite spot. Some snow field crossings with ice axes, fly fishing, alpine lake swimming, and bouldering would be the perfect introduction.
Other than the “oops I left the stove at the house I’ll hike back and drive all the way back home and get it” faux pas the expedition went off without a hitch.
The boy is addicted. Next year maybe we’ll get his brother up too.
I did some maintenance to the main and headsail and still had to slide the battens in before hoisting the main halyard.
Winds were pretty light from the north. We were doing four knots in the water upwind and peaked just under five heading down.
A pod of three or four Orca whales showed up heading north past Bainbridge island. A stupid motorboat decided to cruise right on top of them and scared them below. They resurfaced further north. There was no keeping up with them. We also paid a quick visit to the sea lion that lives on the channel marker near the marina.
While returning to the marina I noticed the motor wasn’t spitting out the stream of water from the cooling system. I decided to keep the RPMs low and dock before checking it out. Turned out to be some strange fluke but I’ll have to keep my eye on it.
Launches and landings have become pretty uneventful now that I’ve unlocked the outboard to allow tiller steering.