03 Jul Sunrise
For the first time in days sunrise isn’t hidden in fog and drizzle. It is a welcome relief as temperatures in the cabin drop and humidity soars as we head North.
Well, not really North but North Northwest and Northwest. In other words, away from the BC coast and towards the Aleutians and Bering Sea. I was prepared to go North. Above 50 of need be. I had steeled myself for the possibility. But Northwest just seems like adding insult to injury.
I have very rarely looked at the number of days I’ve been out. I had to yesterday when I realized I had made an arithmetic all error in total distance traveled. I had skipped a day. Day 244 to be exact. That prompted me to actually pay attention the exact number of days I’ve been out. After that, the slow progress, light to non-existent winds, slatting and banging sails, constantly expanding North Pacific High, NW course, fog, drizzle, and finally a ridge forecast to extend NW from the High effectively shutting off progress even NW was too much.
It all seemed an exercise in futility that new neither bounds nor mercy. Groundhog Day without the distraction of piano lessons, ice sculptures, and felonies.
To make it all better, I ate the last granola bar. Not much of a remedy you might imagine, but I’ve been coveting that morsel for months knowing the time would come when I would need something precious to lift me out of a funk.
When I get back, I will never look at one of those lowly granola bars you buy at Costco in boxes of 20 the same.
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