February 22, 2019
Noon Position: 46 25S 158 30W
Course(t)/Speed(kts): NExE 5
Wind(t/tws): NW 14
Sea(t/ft): NW 2
10ths Cloud Cover: 0
Bar(mb): 1021, steady
Cabin Temp(f): 73
Water Temp(f): 59
Relative Humidity(%): 68
Sail: Working jib and main, full; reaching.
Noon-to-Noon Miles Made Good (nm): 123
Miles since departure: 19,368
Avg. Miles/Day: 137
Days since Cape Horn: 84
Miles since Cape Horn: 11,727
Avg. Miles/Day: 140
Longitude Degrees Made Good (degrees minutes): 2 45
Total Longitude Made Good Since Cape Horn (degrees minutes): 270 02
Avg. Long./Day: 3.21
Winds went light overnight, and we were back to the slatting sails game by dawn. I poled out the working jib before coffee; we went wing and wing for a time. That helped.
Sunup came bright on cobalt blue water and the ocean opened like a flower. The warm breeze carried a scent of spice into the cabin. The cloudless sky seemed a vast, pale, edgeless desert hung above the softly undulating desert below it. From Mo’s still decks, I felt like we towered above the water; I could see forever. Like when the trade winds begin to fade, but before the squalls move in.
I’m in shirtsleeves rolled above my elbows. My forearms are getting sun for the first time since… Since… Well, now, I don’t recall…
It has been warm and summery for days, since New Zealand, I think. And winds have been mostly lighter than one would expect. Very nice, and also very strange. I have to pinch myself. No, these are not the middle latitudes. That bird there is not a Tropic bird–it is an Albatross. Don’t go soft on me. Not here. Leave the ukulele in its case another month or two.
Still, a fantastic sailing day. A northwesterly in the teens and on the beam. Full working sail. And we churn out the miles.
By now I’ve got about as much northing as I want. We’re in a zone where the weather forecasts calls for 30 knot winds late Saturday, touching 35 on Sunday. Better than 40. So, we’ve leveled off and are heading due east again.