Clear Sailing
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Clear Sailing

Clear Sailing

Clear Sailing

With the threat of running into a tropical storm in the rear view mirror, it’s clear sailing ahead: The plan is to enter the ITCZ somewhere along 130W. Today, I turned Seaburban’s head due south so as to preserve our precious easting.

The near-term objective is to get to the equator by December 1. By that time, the slog to windward against the SE trades will already have begun. With any luck, the pilot charts will prove correct there will be more east than southeast in them at my longitude.

Now, Sunday being the day of the week that Seaburban gets a cleaning and Salty gets a soaking, I figured I was high time I got to some much needed personal hygiene. One of the givens when sailing alone is that there is no one to tell you just how badly you need a shower.

I once tried to set a record for the longest spell between showers while on exercise and in the field with the Canadian Special Service Force. At week 9, bearing in mind that this was the Army and we were doing all the things that soldiers do it the field (dig holes to hide in, staying up all night dressed up like a bush, sneaking around on all fours, dig bigger holes to hide more stuff in, etc) I figured I had it all sewn up.

Right around that time, my Sargeant Major came up to me and said “With all due respect Sir, your stinking out &@$*# loud. Anybody can come out here and be a slob. That’s easy. It’s way harder to stay clean. Worse yet, you’re setting a bad example for the platoon. Just my two cents worth, Sir!”

I have never forgotten that conversation because it is true in almost every context you can imagine. So, out here, a thousand miles from anywhere, I shaved. I can’t say how badly I could use a shower, but I’m guessing pretty bad. That, however, can’t happen until we get some rain.

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