Mo Slow

April 12, 2019

Day 189

Noon Position: 24 45S  21 16W

Course(t)/Speed(kts): NxW 3

Wind(t/tws): ExN 4-5

Sea(t/ft): NE 2- 3; S 5

Sky: Clear

10ths Cloud Cover: 0

Bar(mb): 1021+, steady

Cabin Temp(f): 82

Water Temp(f): 82

Relative Humidity(%): 73

Sail: Big genoa and main, reaching on starboard

Noon-to-Noon Miles Made Good (nm): 93

Miles since departure: 25,794

Avg. Miles/Day: 137

Leg North Days: 23

Leg North Miles: 2,844

Avg. Miles/Day: 124

Better mileage, hard won, and still slow.

Wind light and unsteady; add in squalls, and the result is that I am at the tiller several times per hour to chat with Monte. Here, and after the usual pleasentries, I make offhand and “if you please” suggestions regarding course, which I want to be due north, not 30 degrees either side.

Monte mentions that “the wind she is fickle” and that things might go easier if I trimmed the genoa just so, which I do. Then he gives a meaningful glance at the main. I trim that too. I do not remark that I have trimmed these two many times already today. And Monte does not remark it either, but he eases north.

I go below. North does not last long. I bring Monte his requested restorative against the heat, a Madeira with a splash of seltzer, and we start again.

All day and half the night in like form. All for around 3 knots of speed.

Am ready for steady wind with a tad more oomph. Likely a day or two before that fills in.

Wash day. Starting with the socks that have been hanging in the main cabin for months and smell like fetid sausages wrapped in wet dog and served with a side of peat bog.

A soak in salt water. Drain. Again. Drain. Then a soak in salt water with laundry detergent. Lots. Massage with feet (now squeaky clean). Let soak. Then three salt-water rinses.

Now the socks are drying. Once they are more or less dripless, they’ll get a rinse in fresh water and another extended dry. I have a couple gallons set aside for just these and for some long overdue long underwear.

Already the cabin smells like daisies.

When my wife read about the state of some of my well-worn clothing, she wrote:

“Speaking of, my dear, remember I can bring you new cold weather undergarments for the Arctic when I come to St John’s. From what I can tell, what you’ve been wearing should be burnt, preferably while you are at sea and away from civilization. By way of expectation setting: none of that stuff you’ve described is making it into my car, let alone the house. And no, we do not need more rags.”

3 Comments on “Mo Slow

  1. Ahhh, yes. The old “but they’ll make great rags” line!

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