
I feel a little like an Astronaut out here.
Have seen only five vessels since the first day, and with very limited
bandwidth from my Iridium WiFi device, there’s a lot of solitude. There
is also raw and untamed nature you won’t find anywhere else, sunrises,
sunsets, doldrums and 23-knots on the nose. The only other air-breathers
I have seen since the large number of whales I encountered near the South
Farallon Island are brown albatrosses. They’re my occasional companions.
The most amazing thing, to me, is how well the technology works. The
autopilot just keeps us sailing on a course, and I can eat dinner, sleep,
fold HUGE sails or read a book. This is while surfing along at speeds up
to ten knots!
The Cal 40 sailboat dates from 1962, same era as the Beach Boys and Hobie
Alter’s first foam surfboards. These all have surfing waves as a common
theme. Riding waves is what Shaman does, hour after hour, day after day!
There have been exactly two moments of what I’d call sheer terror so far.
Both happened at night, on the foredeck, in raging conditions. More about
these in a future post. For now, let’s just say that my West Marine
Double Tether is a trusted friend.