1618 UTC | 08° 48.83’S 137° 37.11’W
Sailing
Kate was about to yank the spinnaker’s sock down when I spotted a stampede of fins heading straight for us. ”Dolphins!”, I yelled back to the cockpit excitedly. Post dinner dish duty was halted down below for the show.
I am no stranger to dolphins riding bow waves under sail, but it never gets old. I always find myself mesmerised by their synchronicity, tickled by their playfulness, and in awe of how much detail I can see in the scratches on their bodies. The water is incredibly clear, the animals so close your can hear their huffs and puffs and squeals. It’s as close as you can get to swimming with them.
Once that the crew was on deck, I stepped back from my squat at the bowsprit to let others have the front row view. It was just as special of a moment to simply witness everyone watching, eyes glued to the water below and words of glee exchanged. All of us frozen in place, our collective thoughts fixed so presently on this moment. A chill ran through my arms and my heart swelled just a tad. It was one of those feelings that I wish I could bottle up and bring home to crack open and share. Perhaps that I can’t is what makes it magic.
Just as they began to dissipate, as they inevitably do, Alex eagerly called us back to the cockpit. ”Quick, come quick!”, he said, which is a exclamation to be made with great care when you have 10 people on the foredeck in a post-dolphin trance. I miraculously didn’t trip as I ran back to find Alex staring at Watt & Sea, aka our hydro-generator endearingly named Watson. Watson and I have grown quite close on this passage, and I was horrified to see a large dark blob lurking behind him, moving in the eerie way that only sharks can. It turns out that the vibrations of hydro-generators can attract Oceanic White Tip sharks, and we failed to protect poor Watson from such treachery. Luckily, this frightening ordeal left him with a mere scrape, though I don’t blame him if he stops humming to his full capacity. I also don’t blame myself if I refuse to jump in first as the guinea pig on any future deep sea swims.
I’ve found that sometimes, sailing is the backdrop to the natural world, the boat a mere vessel carrying us to these remote places and scenes. A pink spinnaker leading us straight into a pod of dolphins, the sky painted in pastel streaks as the sun gets closer and closer to the horizon. A shark in our wake, a constellation, an infinite horizon. A delightful means to an end.
Other times, the natural world is the backdrop to sailing; minds focused on running lines through the right friction rings, timing a sequence of grinds and eases like a misfit orchestra. The sock stuck, we pivoted and dropped the spinnaker letterbox style, gybed, and reset to wing-on-wing as the donut of clouds surrounding us lit up in crimson and coral and gold and bubblegum hues. Jupiter popped out just next to a crescent moon, a one-eyed smile pinned up high against a lavender sky. It was impossible not to notice the beauty around us, but not the priority to do so.
I love that both can exist, even within the same hour. I’m constantly adjusting my focus, my eyes zooming in on the boat and out on the world, never too settled on a single plane.
Love to all,
Zoe Peach-Riley (Apprentice)
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Final Blog
Falken and her crew arrived safely into port last night around 8pm boat time, 10pm Prince Rupert time. Some spicy weather was anticipated, but luckily the 35kt gusts and 2.5 meter waves were no match for this expert crew. We had an exceptionally smooth docking, despite it being Alex's first time parking this year (!). We all agreed that this was a very special group of people—I for one am so impressed with how everyone stayed so positive, helpful, and appreciative of humor despite an arguably challenging passage. We'll all return home significantly saltier than we were when we left, a mark of a passage properly sailed.
Lessons and a Gift
The biggest lesson is the helm. The lesson here is that even if you don't think you can do it over and over again with no sleep, cold and damp, it has to be done and so it can be done. Flying fish are cool, dolphins are really really cool, but the coolest of them all are the whales. And most of all Alex: "Find your center Carla. Always know where your center is so you can come back to it". He means the helm but it applies to life as well.
Making the most of it
This passage has thrown pretty much every atmospheric condition imaginable at us. It reminds us not only of how much we’ve learned, but of how far we’ve literally come since that acceleration zone off the northwest corner of Oahu. The resilience this group has shown has been nothing short of incredible, and I couldn’t be prouder to be part of it. Maybe that’s why it’s the hardest passages we remember the most. Not because they were easy, but because they reminded us what we’re capable of.
