Day 3: One of those Days
April 15th 2011
Today was one of those days. I won’t say I went nowhere, because I did go somewhere. But it was somewhere south, which was somewhere I didn’t want to go. So I put out the sea anchor for a while, and used the time productively to stow some of the stuff that had been chucked on board at the last minute.
(For newcomers to the blog, a sea anchor is a 12 foot parachute on a long rope attached to the bow of the boat. When the wind is against me, I put the chute out under the water, and it stops me being pushed so far backwards. Thanks to Alby McCracken at Para Anchors Australia for my lovely new red and yellow chute!)
Eventually the wind changed and I got the sea anchor back in, a 20 minute performance, and got going again. And eventually ended up back where I’d started.
It’s only frustrating if I allow myself to be frustrated, I keep reminding myself. Circumstances aren’t frustrating unless we allow them to be. How very zen of me.
As I write my boat is once again being pushed south, back to that place I didn’t want to be. But I’m all in for now, so will catch some zzzs and get back to the oars later on.
It is debatable whether “The Wave”, a book about monster waves by Susan Casey, is appropriate reading matter for a woman alone on a very small boat on a very large ocean. However, I’m quite enjoying it. She examines all kinds of oversized waves, from the point of view of historians, scientists, insurers, pioneers, and mostly surfers – which seems to give her a good excuse to spend a lot of time hanging out with legendary surfer Laird Hamilton. Good to see a writer suffering (??!) for her art.
Her book about the Farallon Islands and great white sharks is also very good. It’s called “The Devil’s Teeth”. Probably something else I shouldn’t be reading while I’m out here.
Sponsored Miles: David Quinlan, John Newsom, Kiran Pratha[a. Doug Grandt (for Sean), Michelle Pitman.