Solo Watch

Early this spring, during a blustery March day sailing down the California coast, I was mostly sitting in the enclosed chart house rather than staying outside on deck. Why? looks like a lovely day to be outside doesn’t it? Not so. It was cold, very cold. This trip, we kept the diesel Newport bulkhead heater running the entire time; although the off-watch person was typically sleeping right next to the heater, the on-watch person was better off inside where they could also assure the stove was running smoothly.

The night before we had seen incredibly rough seas with a mixed swell of both W and NW waves. Because of the seas the previous evening and night, after leaving our comfy port of Pillar Point Harbor, before turning south (SSE) and sailing downwind towards our destination, we’d motor sailed directly westward for twelve hours. This was a reasonable heading with Mahdee facing the W winds and waves while taking hits, from the contrary and large NW waves, forward of the beam rather than on the aft quarter. We had sailed a few hours SSW and then SW getting pummeled by the West waves before giving in, turning the motor back on, and sailing that westerly course.

The westward heading was also the quickest way to obtain sufficient sea room in the last remnants of a gale.  We motored our westward course because we could not have pointed that high (due West) under sail alone.  Mahdee would have been sailing WNW, away from our destination, at best to obtain the sea room under sail alone.  The luxury of motor sailing, ah, it is nice sometimes.  Once we had our sea room, we turned off the engine again, faced SSE and enjoyed the downwind ride.  We still had only two sails up: the gaff foresail and the jib, now wing-on-wing, and by the lee with preventer set. Our speed was between 7 and 9 knots which was very comfortable. Putting up the mainsail, even reefed, would have taken us over 11 knots and likely would have been very squirrel-ly.  The sails were well balanced such that neither the autopilot nor I had to move the wheel to hold our course even though the seas were large and a bit confused.  The Force 6 to 7 winds were steady with occasional gusts. I took 5 continuous minutes of footage but cropped the jittery parts for this video.

Solo Watch from StartupAnywhere on Vimeo.

When I’m bored, I sometimes shoot a lot of…boring…video to stay awake and engaged.  In this case, the water and waves were just beautiful and even though I was bored the water scene was not boring!  The date/time stamp is 2:16 pm 3/24/2013.  So, I was halfway through my four hour watch.  We were doing 4 hour watches on this particular trip.  Midnight-4am, 4am-8am, 8am-Noon, Noon-4pm, 4pm-8pm, 8pm-Midnight.  Four hours on, and four hours off, goes on indefinitely.  We find that this gives us time for chit-chat at the beginning or end of  a watch period while still allowing a good 3 hours or more of sleeping. One of the funny things I recall about shooting this video is how incredibly rolly–pitch–yaw–up-down-side-to-side–the boat was and how difficult to keep the camera steady. Funny how that sort of thing doesn’t show up in the video.

I’m going through a lot of my videos from our sailing this year.  We’ve not had the Internet bandwidth available to upload anything until very recently.  So hopefully I’ll upload a few more videos over the next few days or weeks.

 

On The Georgiana

This is an interesting and peaceful place to be. We have Mahdee tied into her spot 6-ways-to-Sunday. Well, two anchors and four lines to shore (to four different trees, two of those…big trees!). Our GPS shows us moving, oh….maybe a foot! David is teasing me about our situation but I like it alot. The brow/swim platform is down, Tinker in the slough and we can enjoy swimming, rowing, or if we feel like it take out the canoe. So far we’ve been empathetic to Beryl’s desire to keep the canoe on deck where she can sit under the shade of it and enjoy watching everything around without a creature knowing she’s there.

Our new spot for now:

We’re quite close to Walnut Grove, so on Thursday afternoon I rowed us up to the town center for a late lunch. Well, it turned into an early dinner instead. I thought it would take maybe 30 minutes when we left in the late afternoon. However, I’d forgotten about that little thing called “currents” which always flow downstream in the Georgiana and the winds were pretty strong blowing, strangely enough downstream as well. I managed to get a blister on my palm from rowing hard for the mile and a half to our destination in town. And even so, it took us an hour to get there. All I could think was “so nice it will be on the way home! I’ll drift!” David enjoys my rowing. I enjoy my rowing, usually, but this was a little much.

On the edge of town, there’s a lovely little floating home that I had to take pictures of as we went by:

We visited Mel’s Mocha and Ice Cream as our meal location. It’s a fun little shop, good ice cream and sandwiches:

One of those places with too many choices:

And great signs like these:

And after a “Grand” sandwich, a Sprite, and a dip of Mocha-almond-fudge ice cream, I was wired for the trip home:

We futzed around Walnut Grove drifting on the Sacramento River, watching the sun lower over the trees and fishing boats.

The row (drift) homeward was calm and surreal.

You see unexpected things here. I saw a motorcycle with sidecar sitting under a tree on the levy as we drifted downstream.

I wonder what we’ll see next?

The Spot By The Bay Bridge

Twas the spot by the Bay bridge, where the still airs sit,
Not a boat was sailing, not even one bit.
Our sails were set on the spars with care,
In hopes that big winds soon would be there.

Crew sat in the cold, “please sunshine” they said,
While visions of trade winds danced in their heads.
And Skipper drinking coffee, while I scooted inside,
We settled into drifting, along with the tide.

When out on the water there arose such a vision,
A trio of America’s Cup boats might drift to collision.
Jumping on the rail, I watched and waited,
With the camera I wondered, how could they be baited.

The sun peeking through the clouds and mist,
Gave the hope of warm winds to the sailboats adrift.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But now the Oracle boat was coming quite near!

With an agile crew, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, my shutter must click.
More rapid than eagles on the winches they ground,
Turning on a dime, for me they were bound!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the air,
The clacking and banging of their efforts right here.
As I put down the camera, and was turning to stare,
Close by they glided like the water was air.

I realized right then the sight THEY looked on,
Our lovely old schooner, with gaff sail bent on,
Her varnished combings gleaming, and bronze we don’t lack,
Her long bowsprit way forward, and her boomkin out back.

Us dressed in old woolies, our own style was clear,
They clad in helmet headsets, and the most modern gear,
Our schooner built for oceans: the seas and the gales,
Theirs for skimming Bay waters: with a wing not sails.

As we spoke not a word, but smiled as we passed,
The winds picked up, finally at last,
With this fine AC team, we parted ways,
Thinking fair winds to all who sail San Francisco Bay.

The Oracle Team
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The Skipper Drinking Coffee

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