To further refine my image of the bucking bronco and the ten bucketeers, it occurs to me that the whole assemblage should, for authenticity, be placed in a wind tunnel. Today has been windy. So windy that this morning I had the greatest difficulty eating my Oats2Go because the porridge kept blowing off the spoon before I could get it from the mug to my mouth, a distance of around 3 inches. That’s windy.
This has inspired a blog on the different kinds of waves. Of course, every wave is unique, but these are the usual suspects. I’ve given them provisional names, but if you can think of some better names, I’d love to hear your suggestions.
Mugger: a sneaky wave that won’t announce its presence, but will just pop up over the side of the boat without any warning whatsoever and give me a drenching
Bragger: the opposite of the mugger, the bragger roars up to the boat in a fury of foam and noise, makes me flinch, and then does absolutely nothing apart from fizzle away in a mass of white suds like it just couldn’t be bothered to follow through
Sideswiper: attacks at the bow or the stern of the boat for maximum leverage, knocking the boat off course by about 30 degrees
Slopper: another sneaky one, the slopper looks innocent and innocuous as he sidles up to the boat, then just neatly slops a large amount of water over the gunwale
Boatfiller: looks big and mean and generally is, this one rampages up and deposits a boatful of water into the cockpit, necessitating use of the bilge pump to restore some kind of order
Juggernaut: likes to strike at night for maximum effect, the juggernaut is the one that will knock the boat over through ninety degrees or more, causing widespread disarray and distress
Yes, Susan Casey (author of The Wave) could learn a thing or two if she spent a couple of days on my boat. But there again, she’d probably rather be hanging out in Hawaii with Laird Hamilton. And who can blame her? Right now, so would I.
Today I crossed the line of latitude at 30 degrees south. Hurrah! Now I am making a break west, trying to cut across that pesky south-flowing Leeuwin Current while I have these strong southerly winds to help me.
Thanks, Jay, for the ten suggestions posted in a comment on my blog for Day 5. All good ones. The eco ones (3,6 and 10) especially warmed my heart. It’s crucial times for the Olympics campaign, so the more signatures we can get, the better. And share it via FB and Twitter too. And 7 made me laugh – hope people manage to dance better than I did (but in my defence I was trying to dance on the deck of a tippy boat!)
Richard – thanks for the spotty botty tips. I can see the sense in allowing the skin to do its own thing. It did make me smile, though, to think of wicking material collecting the “moisture” – the ocean is contributing far more of the moisture than I am! Today each seat cover would stay dry for, oh, about 3 seconds on average before a wave had come and drenched it.
Narendra – I don’t really count calories. I would guess about 4,000? I just eat as much as I feel like, and still lose weight. Fantastic!
James Nave `- good to hear from you, my friend. Hope to make it to Telluride again one of these years when I’m not messing around on oceans!
Thanks to Sybille for the headband I’m wearing in today’s photo. It has turned out to be one of my new favourite bits of kit. Great for holding in my earbuds while I’m listening to audiobooks, and keeps my hair out of my eyes. Love it!
A question: I want to start listening to the Ken Follett books, but one thing Audible doesn’t do is to give any indication what order they were written in. Can anybody help me out, please?
Patricia Kitto, Stanley Miller, Evan Rappoport, Charles Stilfield, Alan Gamble, Phil Connor, Sarah Fetters, Tom Burns, Russell Cullingworth, Larry Grandt, Brenda Ober, Kenny Runnderduck, Deb Caughron, Justin Cooper, Kiran Prathapa, Geoff Gassner, Joan Sherwood, Michael Follo. (These miles represent distances from Fremantle, which may be a bit less than miles actually rowed eg after rowing in a circle!)