Rockin', Rollin' and Cookin' Right Along!
By Lois Joy
Pacific Bliss, I hereby take back every bad word I said the last three
days, when you were chuggin' it out, making 1.5 knots against a 20-knot
headwind. My body still feels bruised and battered from
the ordeal, but you tried your best. Today, however, was your day
to shine! Proudly flying your spinnaker of many colors, making
8-10 knots in a 15-18 knot breeze on a beam reach, you showed us what
a splendid cruisin' Cat can do. With the long, rolling waves of
the Atlantic sweeping under the wind-generated wavelets and whitecaps,
you rocked and rolled us into bliss. Even the sun came out from
behind a cloudy morning to greet you in all your splendor.
Your crew lolled and jumped on the trampoline and wondrously took it
all in. You are cookin' along to the Islas de Canaries and your
B&G says that we just may make it Sunday morning. Give me more
days like this, and I can sail with you across the big pond just fine!
At Sea, Night Watch, 2300
As the night fell upon us, we reluctantly took down your spinnaker.
We were forced to rein you in for the safety of your nightriders.
Yet you continue to gallop onward, your sixty-foot high main and Genoa
stretching to reach the stars. As the wind pushes you on from
your right rear flank, it flattens your whitened wings, trimmed for
racing to the Canaries. You are a winged stallion, galloping through
the night, flying between the sea and the heavens, touching them both,
but belonging to neither. Will you stay on the planet or will you
rise up into the stars as Orion? Please stay with us. We
like you now.
Over and out.
text and photos to come.