June 3, 2024 | 1934 UTC
I believe that there are many lessons to be learned from sailing, and one of them is the ability to adapt. Today tested the crew’s ability to adapt to weather; with the uncertain weather forecasts, we had to be patient. The morning started with light winds. We have been managing our expectations with the uncertain wind for the last few days. Chris informed us that we would sail past Horta, then tack to see if the wind would be more favorable on a starboard tack once the wind shifted. We undid the reefs to the Yankee and reef two in the main, averaging 7.7 speed over ground for most of the morning. Dolphins, whales, and a nearby sailing vessel provided entertainment for the crew. The smooth sea state also allowed the crew to get some well-needed rest during their off watch.
By 1100 local time, the wind started to shift unfavorably from our compass course of 110. We decided to follow our prior plan and shook out the last reef and tacked onto a course of 330 True. Within minutes, we realized that we could not sail high enough and would be following our previous course. We tacked back onto a port tack and decided it was time to motor. Before we fully committed to motoring, the crew prepared to stow the Yankee and bend on the Jib to have the option to sail higher in lighter winds. The motor was switched on at 1700 local time, and the Jib was fully bent on by 1730. With all hands assisting with the Yankee and Jib, they made quick work.
The day is winding down. The crew is happy to have more time line handling, and even more so for the hot shower. I can see the confidence and enthusiasm in the crew building during these sail maneuvers, and it has been a wonderful opportunity to watch everyone succeed in these moments.
- Athena
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