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| Allen's Cay Anchorage |
We walked Hastings for the last time on Bahamian soil. We'd have stopped to contemplate how sad this was, but we were being eaten alive by a horde of hungry mosquitos, so we simply ran for our lives.
We left the anchorage at 8AM and raised the sails. It was a beautiful day and we were making decent speeds. It's going to be an easy passage!
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| Sails up on a perfect day |
Midnight. The struggle began. On shift. Struggle to wake up. Struggle to light stove to make tea. Struggle to convince Hastings that I need him to stop blocking the fridge so I can get milk for my tea. It's literally a one hour ordeal to get tea organized, but at least there's only 2 hours of my shift left! It starts raining. Get iPad inside. Struggle to close canvas over the helm.
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| Cargo Ship |
At sunset, we put two reefs in the main and battened down the hatches for a storm. We got a good 35 knot downdraft. Our lazy jacks snapped and then our wind indicator stopped working. The ocean called. It says "the only easy day was yesterday". At least we are making decent speed: now up to 6 knots!
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| Storm cloud at sea |
Sunrise. It's pretty amazing. It happens every day and brings great joy to all who have wondered if they will make through yet another night.
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| Sunrise at sea - thank God! |
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| Sunrise at sea |
Day 3: We're 156 miles due east of the Florida / Georgia border. See you later, Florida! (Actually, the human eye can't see 156 miles away).
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| Sunset over red cargo ship |
At 3AM, I was on shift and it started raining. I hustled to get the iPad indoors. Matt woke up and started going for the helm. Crash! Running dead downwind, with no wind instrument, into a storm downdraft = crash jibe = good times. It's like parking a car at 60 mph instead of gently landing at 2mph. Something bad will come of it! We're over it. Our sailcars busted in the jibe. We pulled down the mainsail and motored with the jib up.
Day 5. A day of darkness and gloominess. It rained. We called Customs and Border Protection, but they told us it was Saturday, and they couldn't care less. Welcome to America!
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| Rainy last day at sea |
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| Paws firmly planted on land! |
























