Ghosts

Ghosts

All day long we ghosts under the partially reefed main and the asymmetrical spinnaker. We never did more than 4 knots but at least we were moving.

Sometime during the morning the SE swell arrived foretelling more difficult sailing conditions ahead. The skies in the afternoon were full clouds I had not seen since leaving Victoria. The times, according to Mr. Dylan, are a changin’.

In 4 days or so will be giving up some of the easting we’ve earned here as we will be driving into some stiff headwinds. They will be the last of the SE trade winds and the last of the major obstacles before encountering the westerlies that will sweep us all the way to New Zealand.

I will miss the grandeur of this place. The relative peace and tranquility here. I see now why those early explorers were enthralled here. Why they lingered. Why Fletcher Christian, once Bligh’s friend turned and mutineed. I see why they writ stories about this place.

Yet,I am glad to be on my way. I have far to travel and I am late. The islands and their rich history must wait.

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