A Circumference, Of Sorts

March 10, 2019

Day 157

Noon Position: 50 01S  105 25

Course(t)/Speed(kts): ESE 6

Wind(t/tws): NExN 23 – 27

Sea(t/ft): NNE 6

Sky: Rain

10ths Cloud Cover: 10

Bar(mb): 1000+ falling slowly

Cabin Temp(f): 57

Water Temp(f): 49

Relative Humidity(%): 80

Sail: Working jib and main, three reefs; close reaching on port

Noon-to-Noon Miles Made Good (nm): 144

Miles since departure: 21,572

Avg. Miles/Day: 137

Days since Cape Horn: 100

Miles since Cape Horn: 13,931

Avg. Miles/Day: 139

Longitude Degrees Made Good (degrees minutes): 3 28

Total Longitude Made Good Since Cape Horn (degrees minutes): 324 08

Avg. Long./Day: 3.24

All morning we close reached to the SE and into a hard northeasterly. Two reefs, then three. By noon a sea was building, and I was on the verge of putting up the small staysail when everything shifted.

Wind went from NE to NW in a matter of five minutes. During the transition, wind speeds nearly touched forty, and then backed down the seventeen. Within fifteen minutes, the windward sky, which had been low, dark, ragged and pumping with rain, cleared; within half an hour, there wasn’t a cloud to be seen. Wind filled in to twenty on the quarter; I shook out the reefs, and again we fly SE.

By evening, we will have sailed 21,600 miles since departing San Francisco last fall. Those gentle readers with seafaring inclinations will know that number to be the circumference of the globe in nautical miles. In term of distance alone, we have circumnavigated as of today.

But of course, we haven’t. Our “There and Back” is still in the “There” stage. We’re still in that tricky bit leading up to the closing of the first of the Figure 8’s loops.

Miles to Cape Horn: fewer than 1,400 now. Close enough that I can see the boat icon and the massive peninsula, Tierra Del Fuego, on the same chart plotter screen. Today we dipped into the screaming 50s, where we will stay for the duration, which I am hoping to be in the neighborhood of ten days, Neptune and Aeolus and Mo willing.

One hundred days in the roaring forties as of today and all is well. I’m still hungry and eat like a horse. I still sleep like the dead but also dream vividly in my ninety minute stints. My shoulders, which have been very sore and brittle for months, are feeling better (no idea why; they’ve been getting more of a workout recently). My sit bone, injured in a bad fall on the foredeck a month ago, is still delicate, but now the pain is nothing but a gentle reminder to move carefully and with intention.

I could do with a clean change of clothes; also dry would be appreciated, but I still have plenty of layers with which to stay warm.

I will admit this last leg has become a grind and that some of the poetry is lost in repetition upon a theme. I long to be anchored in a fine cove, to row ashore and hike among pine scented forests; to hear a warbler. A warbler! Oddly, the southern Pacific is empty in comparison to its sister oceans. Empty of birds, I mean, but this is likely due to its also being empty of high latitude islands.

My visit to this alternate planet, this austral ocean world, has been long and difficult. But as my friend, Tony Gooch, wrote recently, “Be sure to enjoy your slant towards Cape Horn; soak up the seas; admire the sky; this may be your last time in the great south.”

And I promised to do so.

3 Comments on “A Circumference, Of Sorts

  1. Congratulations on the technical circumnavigation, looks like you close the first loop in a few days. Here’s wishing you North Westers all the way. Stay safe.

  2. That last comment got me and I’m not sure I will forget it. I am 64 years old and afflicted with asbestosis from growing up in my home town of Libby, Montana. I won’t ever see the great south let alone for “the last time”. Yes, please, please do enjoy the journey to the great south and try to appreciate how many will never be able to say that. Please be safe.

  3. You’re doing it!!! Loving this. It’s so lovely to see your track uninterrupted by little marcations of distress and need of stopping. I know you haven’t rounded The Horn, but send the bad juju my way! Looks like you’ll have a few lovely days ahead of you. Stay bearded and smelly.

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