June 7, 2019
The Royal Nova Scotia Yacht Squadron
Halifax, Nova Scotia
I noticed barnacle growth before our first pass at Cape Horn, just one or two, spied going about their business in the eddies off Mo’s transom. And then, over the course of the Southern Ocean circuit, each time I hung myself over the stern to work on Monte, the numbers I could observe grew. Within a few months, were clearly hosting a colony.
A diverse colony of at least three species. The gorilla of the group was entirely purple, carried a long, thick stem at the end of which were two “ears,” and it grew anywhere reached by the bounding waves. I could see a few above the water line even at the bow. Next came the white, hard-shelled, teardrop-shaped barnacles. Then the smaller zebras.
A week from our second Cape Horn rounding, I put a camera over the side during a calm, and what it brought up was a shock–Mo’s underside had become a reef. The following three photos are from March 11, 2019. It’s day 158 of the Figure 8 Voyage and we’ve sailed 21,699 miles.
What was to be done about them?
During the previous year’s Figure 8 attempt, I’d hauled Mo in Hobart, Australia and, to save a few bucks, the yard boatswain had allowed me to blast away her goodly crop of barnacles myself. The pressure washer was so powerful, it nearly ripped my arms from their sockets, but still, the removal of barnacles took half a day. This suggested to me that diving the hull with a sharpened spatula would be a futile exercise.
So, I did nothing but lament the situation and press on.
Over the course of the next two months, Mo slowly climbed north into the Atlantic. As the water warmed and became clear, I noticed that the barnacles I could see from the transom begin to die off. First the long, “eared” barnacle bit the dust. Then the zebras. The barnacle with the teardrop shell seemed the most resilient.
In the Horse Latitudes of about 30N and 60W, Mo and I were again becalmed. Again I put a camera in the water and was shocked at the finding. The following three photographs are from May 18, 2019, 68 days after the above photographs. It’s day 225 of the Figure 8 Voyage, and we’ve sailed 30,106 miles. We are two weeks from Halifax.
Elation hardly captures the feeling. The barnacles had nearly evaporated and Mo’s bum was remarkably clean. One element of relief for me in finding this was confirmation that our very poor mileage in the Atlantic was not entirely due to a dirty bottom.
On Friday, June 8, day 245 of the Figure 8 Voyage, I hauled Mo here at the Royal Nova Scotia Yacht Squadron. Given the above, my expectations were that the bum would be nearly spotless. Instead, we had a new crop of hitchhikers coming in at the base of those older barnacles that remained.