When you leave on a long voyage you only have a weather
forecast for about the first week and then you’re stuck with whatever Mother
Nature wants to throw your way. The route from the Canary Islands to the
Caribbean follows the North East Trade Winds. These are constant steady winds
that blow from the northeast and make for smooth but fast sailing.
Well, this year the trade winds forgot what their
job was. Week two brought very confused seas. We either had no wind, squalls
with huge gusts and rain or lots of wind coming from the wrong direction. Our
progress towards our destination slowed down to a halt. It was a constant
battle with the wind. We would put up the sails and the wind would die. Then
you take down the sails and turn on the engine just to get more wind in an
hour. We were adrift on the ocean for a few days as we were trying to conserve
our diesel. We spent a good amount of time each day complaining about how we
were getting weather that according to the “trade winds” was non existent. Each
day without wind we could tack on another day to our voyage. And the days were
adding up. We began to joke that sailing had become prison with a chance of
drowning.
One of the many flying fish that landed aboard
Dad working his magic with our wind vane "Wallie"
Typical lunch on the sea
Rainbows after the storm
Calm seas make me happy
Darv steering in a squall. Pouring rain. 40k winds. He's a trouper
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