18 May bkn – sct cu tcu
bkn – sct cu tcu
Translated, broken to scattered cumulus and towering cumulus. What is missing in the descriptor is that under everyone of those clouds you see were gusts that had us speeding along at six to seven and a half knots. Once the cloud had passed on, we would limp along at four. It’s an odd way to average five!
The gusts would round us up and I would counter with an adjustment to the wind vane. Soon enough, the gust would pass, leaving us wallowing, the sails slatting away. I would bring us back on course knowing all too well what was in store. We did this all night. In fact, we did it all day yesterday and I expect the same today.
Rest assured there is no one aboard complaining about it. If it weren’t for the clouds, we would be becalmed, spinning circles in our own wake. Halting progress is progress nonetheless and anything is better than becalmed.
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