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Sorry to leave people hanging last week, but i've been kind of busy. As you can tell, Ed and I ended up making it in to San Francisco under our own power, arriving Wednesday the 18th at about 4:00 AM. "Warrior's Wish" has been hauled out, packed up and returned to Don, who has already taken her back to the east coast. I went up to Stockton last week and picked up my new (to me) sailboat to live on and start sailing. A 2-day trip down the San Jaoquin River and Bay, and the boat is now in Alameda, just 2 slips away from where the Mount Gay 30 lived. It's nice to be back in the Bay Area. Wasting no time in getting back to work, settled back into regular life and working on future projects! It's good to be home!
I will update the blog soon with a more detailed account of the whole keel thing. I'm writing a piece for Sailing Anarchy and will post it up. Also working on a lot of other stuff that i'll post up later.
Ed and I coming under the Golden Gate at 4 AM last Wednesday after losing our keel 760 miles offshore. We made it! Pretty special moment.... Good to be home...
Photo by Ladonna Bubak/ Latitude 38 |
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1 more night down, and *hopefully* only two more nights to go. As you can tell, the nights freak me out a bit more than the days. Things are still more or less going okay aboard Warrior's Wish. We've had to bleed the motor several times. We checked all of our work regarding fuel filter swap, previous bleeding, etc. Everything seems tight, but due to constant vibration, (or something), it seems there is a very small air leak. Motor sounds very starved and loses power for several minutes. Definitely seems like a fuel issue. Motor itself is fine. The starvation/ power loss either works itself out naturally in 5 minutes, as it did once yesterday, or requires bleeding, as we've done 3 times in the past 2 days. The motor generally stays running throughout the entire ordeal. Either way, she's purring right along right now and we're making a steady 5.5 knots with the jib up. Definitely looking forward to getting back to San Francisco. I think we both want showers, thai curry chicken, and beer. Everything after that is just in tne details.
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Another day down. Breeze went lighter last night, which was really starting to slow us down. It appears that we have more than enough fuel, and a very good weather window to get home safely, so we are making the most of it and have throttled up a bit. It allows us to run about 5 knots, even with no breeze. We still have the #4 jib up.
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Well we made it through another night. Ed and I rotated two hour watches, making the best boat speeds we've seen in days. The swell was lined up right and the breeze was 8-15 out of the northwest, allowing us to make 5.5- 6.2 knots for most of the night. Right now we're making about 5 knots, and as we begin to enter the California current are beginning to see a swell right on our beam. It is extremely disconcerting to have the boat rolling side to side like this with no keel, but for now we're okay. For all friends and loved ones out there, rest assured that Ed and I are doing fine and are in good spirits. We both feel relatively safe and have control of the situation, so please don't worry. I know there's some worried people out there.
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35 06 n
131 50 w
5 knots
052 true
478 nm to San Fran |
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34 38 N
133 13 W
4.5 knots
050 true
552 to San Fran
all is well, no problems to report. |
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August 13, 2010- Friday the 13th with no keel 599 miles from land
I just realized in typing the date that today was Friday the 13th. And we have no keel. 599 miles from land. Wow. I originally just sat down to type that we crossed another milestone; less than 600 from land. We are having little parties in the cockpit at every milestone that makes us happy. A shot of Jameson whiskey and some pop-tarts will round out the festivities for "599 party". Anything to ease the tension out here. Sleeping in your foulies and PFD with one hand on the ditch bag, and a pocket knife in my pocket to cut the life raft away that is stowed in the cockpit is a rather lame way to sleep. Every time the boat rolls excessively in the night is a bit freaky. I never realized how awesome a keel was until it left me. What a glorious 2,500 pound lead fin that thing was. RIP keel.
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