Going, Going, Gone
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Going, Going, Gone

Going, Going, Gone

Going, Going, Gone

Gone are the cumulus cloud forms that have dominated the skies for nearly a month. Instead, we have the clouds that I grew up with and water colour skies.

The change has been dramatic and sudden. I am wearing fleece. I sleep with a blanket. There is dew on the decks and cabin top in the morning. The flying fish are gone.

Most importantly, the languid pace of the tropics has given way to the rush of lows that sweep up from the south and hurl themselves at Chile. There seems to be no end to them and from whose forge and fire they are created I can only imagine. Nonetheless they are our ticket around and home.

This night the stars have all blinked out. We sail straight south on northerly winds that we carry on the starboard quarter wing on wing. Balanced as she is, Seaburban sails straight as an arrow with so little pressure on the helm that a rubber band would suffice for an autopilot. It is as if everything around us is taking one long, last deep breath before we meet up with the westerlies that circle the globe below 40 South.

I find it hard to believe. 40 South. It sounds like it should be the name of a garage band. Or a Spaghetti Western. “Heya Sherriff. Where’d ya say the struck that vein a silver ’round here? Wasn’t 40 South?” “I never said friend. Now git along and mind yer business before folks in town here start thinkin’ yer touble.”

No, 40 South is the home of the Roaring Forties, the name given the westerly winds that blow unabated and unobstructed around the world by the clippermen of the golden age of sail. We are not worlds away from them as one might be when reading an adventure novel. We are right next door, only a few days sail away and left wondering what they might ask of us for passage.

It is, I suppose, why we are here in the first place. What price passage whether it be around the world below 40 South or up Kilimanjaro? We shall know soon enough and it is the knowing, is it not, that makes it worth every penny.

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4 Comments
  • Claude
    Posted at 20:39h, 29 March Reply

    In weather like today having a fellow partner would make the difference of the world.

    Heavy weather conditions are great only when you have enough energy to enjoy it. I wish you the time of your life.

  • Tony Yanca
    Posted at 02:58h, 06 April Reply

    Hi Bert, I came across your voyage on goodnewsnetwork.org looking for more positive and up-beat news in the world today. As we continue to try to isolate ourselves looking to conquer this extremely serious virus, you’re essentially isolated fighting the elements of Ocean Blue. I’m a surfer in Southern California and I’m always intrigued by extremely passionate individuals who take on these adventures, especially when it involves the ocean. I’m currently listening to some Reggae and enjoying a Pale Ale from our local brewery 🙂 Our Family is healthy and I’ll be working from home tomorrow, but will continue to follow your voyage rooting you on the whole way through. I wish you safe passage and pray that you will utilize all that you’ve learned to help you endure the many obstacles that come your way. You will make complete this voyage and I look forward to your future posts. Take care of yourself.

    Cheers,

  • John T.Rice
    Posted at 04:06h, 06 April Reply

    Be safe..pulling for you!

  • Susan Conway Gray
    Posted at 05:56h, 06 April Reply

    Bert,
    What an incredible journey you have set up for yourself!
    I find your reflection on the coronavirus to be incredibly insightful.
    Self isolation as a time to reflect on what we want to become, what legacy we choose to leave behind.
    To many that level of self introspection will appear daunting and even impossible.
    To truly examine our minds, behaviors, and motivations while holding them into the light through the prism of our souls is an exercise most would not have the courage to do.
    But I hope some will take up that challenge.
    Good luck to you!

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