What a Difference a Day Makes
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What a Difference a Day Makes

What a Difference a Day Makes

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What a difference a day makes. I should remember that next time I feel like throwing a hissy fit when the wind evaporates abandoning me to the mercies of the swell.

All day long we’ve been doing an easy 6 or 7 knots chewing up miles in an hour or two that we struggled all day yesterday to get. It’s been so slack aboard that I sidled up to Salty for a nap.

Conditions down south continue to concern me as there looks to be no break in the series so swirly red monsters parading their way down to the Cape. For now, however, all that may as well be a world away. I am here, they are there, and that is

Last night, I duly recorded having sailed 5000 nautical miles in 40 days in the log. That’s a little less than 1/5 of the distance I’ll need to cover. I’ve been slowed this past week or so with light and contrary winds so I’m feeling pressed and expecting to make better time down south. On the other hand, I’m being careful about driving the boat too hard. I’ve got a long way to go.

It is strangely desolate here. There are few, if any birds. I last saw a pod of porpoises 8’days ago and they were headed the other way. The flying fish that seemed to leap out of every wave face only to crash land in the next are no more. Yet all around me is pristine.

I wonder if it is something we’ve done. Nani tells me that Henderson Island, an uninhabited desolate coral atoll that is part of the Pitcairn Archipelago, has one of the highest concentrations of plastic detritus in the world. Some 13000 pieces find their way there every day. And the only ships I’ve seen since San Francisco are three Asian fishing trawlers in the past 5 days. They have numbered names that have ended in 122, 68, and 73. I ask myself and wonder in what far away remote places the others are plying their trade.

But for now, we sail fast still pointed at the Horn. And still hoping it is looking elsewhere.

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  • 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.


  • 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

    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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