Rollin

Rollin

This sprang to mind as we rolled or way East in a short, steep, confused sea that had me strapped into my up bunk to sleep and standing up to eat.

Rollin’ Rollin’ Rollin’
Keep them doggies Rollin’
Rollin’ Rollin’ Rollin’
Rawhide!

Rain and wind and weather
Hell bent for leather
Wishin’ my gal was by side

Head ’em up!
Move ’em out!
Move ’em out!
Head ’em up!

Rawhide!

I love that scene in the movie ‘Blues Brothers’ when the crowd vents their displeasure at the band’s opening song choice by tossing beer bottles at the chicken-wire fronting the stage. Jake and Elwood bust out Rawhide and the crowd is moved to tears. Pretty much how I’ve felt these past few days, beer bottle tossing and all.

I managed to eke my way across and in front of the ridge that would have left me becalmed. The price to pay for the miles gained and quick progress East was fog, drizzle, rain, and finally mixed swell that left me with mixed feelings about mixed blessings. They are tough, uncomfortable miles in miserable conditions.

The plan is to run down any remaining Easting at or close to 49N until I am positive I won’t need to sail upwind to enter Juan de Fuca. If I can stay fast, I might be able to avoid another  ridge that forms West of Vancouver island on the 11th and 12th. I am beginning to feel a little
like a pinball, bouncing of one high pressure area to the next.

If things go well, ETA Victoria is still July 19th. If things go poorly, July 22nd. Fingers crossed things go well.

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