Day 2 - Tuesday, May 9th
At 6:30am I listen to Chris Parker's weather broadcast on the HF radio; he apparently forgets to give us our own forecast though I had sent him an email requesting one. It's not a big deal as the general forecast is as expected and there is another
boat on the same route a half-day ahead of us; I copy his briefing. I'm still pretty tired after Dawn starts her shift at 7am so I head back to bed and
sleep until my watch starts at 10am. When I get up the wind has backed WNW and freshened to 10 knots; Dawn already has the Yankee out and we are finally
able to kill the engine after 25 hours of motorsailing. We eat a little
breakfast, put the fishing lines out, and enjoy the close reach at over six
knots, with speed over ground occasionally hitting 9 plus.
Just before noon a fish hits the handline – yet another Mahi,
a good fighter but a bit smaller than the first two so we let him go. The Mahi
seem to love that green squid skirt lure, so it’s a bummer when the line snaps a bit later and I lose the lure. I have the handline rig set up on the port
side, and on a port tack it's elevated enough that the line rubs on the
prop of our dinghy outboard, which is on its mount on the aft port side.
This is the first time I’ve lost a lure that way, but I have seen lines get
tangled there before, so obviously I’m going to have to rethink where I rig the
handline. The starboard side would be the obvious solution except that it’s a
much better place for the rod & reel.
At noon I calculate our noon-to-noon mileage: 179nm! That’s
gotta be a record for Windbird or close to it. At this point it is obvious
that we are going way too fast for our planned Thursday morning arrival... but
if we're able to stay in the Gulf Stream all of today, I reckon that we
can possibly make it into Little River inlet before sunset Wednesday. Once inside, there's a great little anchorage at Bird Island. So I adjust our course to the
east to more closely follow the predicted Gulf Stream path, and then Dawn goes
further east on her shift while I'm napping because she sees the water
temperature falling and the current easing. Smart girl. Later the wind starts backing WSW and then SW, which makes us have to chose between
keeping a hot angle or staying in the current. I decide to dig out the
spinnaker, which let us do both. We're only able to fly it for 2.5 hours
until the wind picks up to 16 knots, at which point we're doing over 7 knots
STW and hitting an incredible 11.3 SOG! That’s pretty much the sailboat equivalent
of breaking the sound barrier, at least in a heavy cruising boat like Windbird.
Alas, 16 knots is near the limit for our spinnaker and the
sun is going down so we hurriedly finish our delicious Mahi dinner and
doused the chute. At sunset we see the “green flash” (more of a momentary
greenish pinprick) and I head downstairs to nap before my 10-1 watch. Since
yesterday's sunset we have logged 188 nm and we are now nearly abeam the
Georgia/South Carolina border, with only 147nm to go (140 to Little River
Inlet).
When I come up for my 10-1 watch the wind has continued to
pick up and is now blowing at 17 with occasional gusts into the low 20s. I
consider reefing down before Dawn heads to bed but as we are on a very
broad reach the boat is still well in control, so I keep up the full main.
Over the next three hours the seas build considerably, but after midnight the
wind slacks off to a steady 17-18 knots so I again keep full sail when Dawn
comes on watch. This whole time the wind has been at 210-220 degrees which keeps us from
going directly the way we want. We initially gybed to stay in the Gulf
Stream but that was taking us quite a bit further east than we wanted to go so
we've gybed back onto the port tack and hold that the rest of the night. The
wind slowly shifts westward through the early morning hours, letting us slowly veer
back towards our course line. It also picks back up between 1am and 4am, but
Dawn doesn't want to interrupt my sleep so she doesn't call me up. As I'm preparing to go on deck for my 4am watch, Dawn tells me to “get up here!” with
some urgency; she later admits that we really should have reefed an hour previously (if
not at 10pm). Regardless, we're able to reef under sail pretty painlessly
though it involves turning the boat into some rather large, steep seas. We take
one good splash over the bow but Dawn somehow escapes most of it at the mast.
Once reefed, the boat scarcely slows down but the autopilot
does a much better job of keeping things under control. It's fairly cold out
and palpably humid, so I spend my watch hunkered down in the lee of our forward port
enclosure panel, facing backwards and watching the big moonlit waves overtake us.
There are two distinct swells and every once in a while they join to
form a bigger wave that rises above the level horizon. Windbird rides really well in
these kind of seas – which is the whole point of having a heavy-displacement
boat with a modified full keel – and so it's not scary at all, but rather mesmerizing. I watch each wave racing in, lift the stern, and roll under us with a deep hiss, a spritz of spume
splashing over the toerail. It's beautiful out here.
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