Dec. 11, 2007 Whale Tale

The last three days have been somewhat more restful. Two days ago we sailed along with only the jib out to starboard attached to the boom while the main is down securely fastened to starboard by a preventer. With the trade winds this keeps us on the rhumb line straight for St Lucia. The motion of the ocean was much easier on the crew.

Yesterday winds were fair again so Lee decided it was time to hang out the 2^nd spinnaker. The spinnaker pulled us along at a better speed and we gained a couple of knots speed over the day before.

These last 4 days the only boat we have seen is a French NARC. That is a French 41 foot Lagoon Catamaran with a family of four and 3 crew, Not of the ARC. They have been really friendly, initiating contact several times. We have inquired about the family. They have 2 girls aged 8 and 4 and are home schooling them. Chloe the oldest got on the VHF to practice her English by saying hello, her name and wishing us well. Yesterday they passed us within 200 yards and we were taking pictures and movies of each other and waving. It was really ironic that out in this great big ocean we were tracking with a French boat not in the ARC and not going to St. Lucia but to Martinique.

While being pulled along by the spinnaker yesterday, I spotted a dolphin surfing a wave directly behind the boat. As the other crew came up to look we saw 3 more in varying positions behind the boat. I tried engaging them by slapping on the boat and they hung around for awhile. Then we noticed a much larger fish swimming very fast up the starboard side very close to the boat and it was at least 20 feet long and fast. A whale? This one did not surface but swam alongside and in then in front of the boat and past us. Sebastian was taking pictures and we have been trying to analyze them to determine the species. There are known to be several kinds of dolphins and whales in the Atlantic but do they hang out together? Our best guess is that the smaller more playful ones are dolphins while the larger is possibly the long-finned pilot whale. And then, without any ado they were all gone.

At 24:00 GMT which would equal about 8:00pm island time Sebastian came up the companion way for his watch. He went out and looked around for any boats and then came in to ask Lee and me if we had seen the unusual star on the starboard side and to the North. We all went out to investigate and sure enough, just above the horizon was what appeared to be a very nebulous star? It didn’t look like a star, or plane, or planet, or satellite, because it was bigger and more diffuse. Over the next 40 minutes we all watched it as it moved slowly to the east, and became even more diffuse to the point that it disappeared.

Being out of touch with the news and the internet we had no way to investigate this phenomenon. It raised many questions. Did a rocket get launched and then blow up, or was it an accident similar to the challenger. It was moving too fast to have been a star that had exploded and upon examination with a very small set of binoculars it seemed to have a tail. What was it? Does anybody want to offer an explanation? Four of us witnessed this and we would like to know if anybody else did as well.

Today the wind was between 18 and 22 knots all day, but the swells were much bigger, more confused with white caps. Too much wind for the spinnaker. We had a quiet day with the guys spending much of it again honing their celestial navigation skills. This evening after dinner Sebastian taught us a game that is played by officers in the Swedish Navy. It is called Cork. Assuming there are four players, 3 have a cork tied with a string in the middle of the table. The 4^th player has 2 dice and a dish. The player with dice rolls for either 2 of a kind or a combination adding up to seven. When he gets either then he tries to slam his dish over the 3 corks on the table while the others pull their cork away. It is a game of fast reflexes and very fun.

At this point we are a little over 200 miles from landfall and expect to be in Rodney Bay St Lucia in the next 24hours.

By Teresa Bright, crew

Oregon

December11,2007 Crew Photo

Leaving Las Palmas, Sunday November 25, 2007

(L to R) Lee Adamson, Wendy King Fredell, Sebastian Arby, and Teresa Bright

Meet the happy crew on Worldwide Traveler, our 47’ Catana Catamaran. (See picture.)

Captain Lee is a retired Marketing Manager from Intel Corp in Oregon, and is living aboard full-time.

First-Mate Wendy is a published writer whose last address was Beaufort, South Carolina. During her two years in Beaufort, she dreamt of living on a sailboat, traveling the seas. Wendy met Lee and her dream became a reality! They’ve been living on Worldwide Traveler for the past 2½ years.

Sebastian Arby is a highly experienced, retired navy Captain hailing from Kungsbacka, Sweden. He is upgrading his Charter Captain’s License from Master of Yachts 200 Tons Offshore, Power and Sail, to Ocean.

Teresa, our Communications Officer, hails from Fairview, Oregon, where she is manages her own business, Blue Heron Mortgage. When not sailing the Atlantic Ocean, Teresa and her husband Ken powerboat on the Columbia River with their new puppy Sara.

You can follow Lee and Wendy’s 3 year voyage through the Caribbean and the Mediterranean with friends and family at website: http://wwtraveler.com/.

Submitted by Wendy King Fredell, Worldwide Traveler

December 8 - Our New Bath Tub, by Wendy

Our New Bath Tub

Foul weather gear sway back and forth like ghosts on the small laundry line in our bathroom (the head). Wet towels lie in a small heap on the floor. Our sheets and our mattress cover are in a mini mountain in the corner of our cabin. I admit to myself that I’ve lost control of the towel/clothing situation. I think, I don’t care! It doesn’t matter in the big scheme of things.

Yesterday’s theme was rain. Today’s theme is also rain. Our boat is moving through a seemingly endless cloud front that shows up on the radar as red-dominated gain. It’s my watch, the time is 6am and I’m trying not to think about the fact that it’s really 3am according to the time zone we’re in. To keep things simple, we are keeping to “ARC Time”.

I fix a cup of Earl Grey, check the radar, not wanting to step outside into the on-going downpour. Glancing toward the sliding door that opens onto two steps that lead up into the cockpit, I see what looks like a mini bathtub filled with water. Water dances gaily against the glass door. I stand there and ponder different methods of handling the situation, knowing that the bottom line is this: the sliding door must be opened in order to bale out the water, and the drain plugs need to be cleared. It must be done. Actually, it must be done soon, before the situation deteriorates. The water is now 6” deep. It could go the 12” deep in a short time.

With my favorite bright red bucket standing by and a rectangular-shaped plastic container held against the bottom to the door, I carefully slide the door open 2”. Water gushes into and outside the container, and I slam the door shut. Water goes everywhere….all over the galley floor.

I’m now on my knees with a large “boat” sponge sopping up as much water from the galley floor as possible. Then I continue opening and closing the door, letting water flow into the container. Soon the water is low enough to scoop up the water, and I fill three buckets with clean, clear water. I realize that this could be an asset so I fill four 6 liter containers with rain water then rinse last night’s dishes.

By now I have no desire to unplug the drains. I contemplate having a mini bath. Instead I fill the sink with 2 buckets of water and I take a leisurely sponge bath and wash my hair. This is fun, I think to myself. I’m actually enjoying this!

Three hours later, I have emptied at least 20 buckets of water into something. The rain is becoming a whisper of a drizzle. Teresa, our crew and next on watch, wakes up and staggers up the steps to witness the Wild Woman of the galley. I am in a bikini, wet from head to toe, and I have startled flying fish eyes. She is quite impressed that I have used the rain as a resource and rushes back to her cabin to get her laundry.

Meanwhile, I go to bed.

Wendy King Fredell, crew on Worldwide Traveler

Dec. 8, 2007 NARC Spam Sunk

NARC Spam Sunk

It was a dark and squally night. Many times the wind swung 360 degrees around the boat, combining with the 15 foot waves to throw the boat about. You could hear the autopilot straining to keep our heading. The highest wind gust was 40 knots, our top boat speed hitting 20 knots. The crew couldn’t sleep, except me, and so all hands were already on deck when Lee the Captain called to triple reef the main and headsail. We had out nothing more than a white lace hanky.

For days now we had managed to stay just ahead of a storm front to the East of us and dodge the worst weather, but not tonight. We got many email reports of boats knocked down, crew members seriously injured and transported by cruise ships to the Caribbean, broken booms, rigging failures etc… Another 10 minutes later it was over and the wind died. Then we started the engine and were under power.

At dawn I arose to find the First Mate Wendy in her bathing suit soaking wet, cleaning up water that had been coming in under the door. The rain drains in the cockpit were blocked, so she took the opportunity to save the rainwater in jugs for cleaning purposes later. As soon as her watch was up she retired to bed to try and catch up on sleep. It had not been a restful night with the boat careening around at high speeds.

I had been on watch only an hour or so and was settling in to start a new book, when Sebastian came up. We spoke quietly about the rainy weather so as not to waken Wendy and Lee when all of a sudden the VHF started screaming “Mayday, Mayday, Mayday” The mayday call gave us the position of a boat that had been dismasted and was sinking and was being relayed by one of the ARC boats, Blue Destiny. The position of the sinking boat was 40 miles north of us and 55 miles north of Blue Destine. The name of the sinking boat was Spam and they were not a part of the ARC, which would make them Not ARC or NARC.

Lee sprinted up the companion way when he heard the Mayday. We waited only moments to see if anyone else would respond then we donned life jackets and foulies and sprang into action turning our boat around to the north, and setting sail as fast as we could to the rescue. I, the designated communications officer, let Blue Destiny know we were altering our course.

It took our seasoned crew, only minutes set sail north, as the wind had picked with the rising sun. However we received word from another ARC boat, Regina, that they were within only a few miles and another ARC boat, Navillus had Spam within sight. Soon we were apprised by Regina that the 3 crew members of Spam were rescued by Navillus and all were on their way to St Lucia while watching the hapless Spam sink. ARC Control instructed us to resume our heading for St Lucia.

We later found out that Spam was possibly a home built older plywood catamaran called a Prout Qwest 31. Not only was it dismasted it was holed and so was the life raft the crew jumped into. We are anxious to get to St Lucia and meet up with the crews of Regina and Navillus and get the rest of the story.

Our guess is that many people who can’t afford the entry fee of ARC, plus all of the extra costs of having their required safety equipment, choose to cross at the same time and get the benefit of safety in numbers. Had it not been for ARC it is highly unlikely that this crew would have been plucked from the ocean so quickly.

By Teresa Bright, crew

Oregon

Dec 6, 2007 Systems update

Dec 4 was one of our nicest days. The wind was down a bit, the sun was out, and the seas had large evenly spaced approximately 15 foot swells that were coming out of the south and, oddly enough, out of the north as well. The swells from the south were smaller and probably more wind driven where the others were long high and from as far away as the north Atlantic.

Dec 5 the wind had picked up some but it was still a nice day. We enjoyed an afternoon of downloading pictures from everybody’s camera into Lee’s computer. Just before dinner we were hailed on the VHF by a boat that we could see to the south. He turned out to be quite a nice chatty humorous Englishman on a 50 foot monohull. We exchanged pleasantries, talked about our crews, fish caught or not, and their main excitement which had been that they had been knocked down last week. He explained that they were in heavy seas and wind, and that a large gust had caught them just right as they were running down a swell and the boat turned over enough that their mast touched the water. No injuries, and no equipment failure.

Today the wind has built and is currently a fairly steady 25 knots bringing with it larger swells yet. We are double reefed on both the main and jib and are maintaining a boat speed of between 7 and 9 knots and as high as 14 knots depending on when we catch and surf the swells. The boat is lurching and swinging wildly at times as I type this.

We just received an email update from ARC that the area just behind us to the east has concentrated thunderstorms and wind gusts of up to 50 knots. Luckily for us, we are just barely ahead of it and will mainly only feel the effects of larger seas coming at us from behind from that area. That will not be the case for a large portion of the 250 yachts in the ARC fleet. We try to plot our positions in relation to the rest of the fleet almost daily, and calculate that we are in the top 60 or so fastest boats. During most of the trip it seems that when either there have been rain squalls, thunderstorms or no wind we have always just missed the worst of it.

Last night after dinner we had experienced a slight problem, in that the batteries had run too low, and computers and radar etc were shutting down. The Volt meter registered under 9. We all scrambled around turning off everything imaginable that was drawing electricity including the inverter and refrigerator and then started both engines in order to build the batteries back up. It was actually a good wake up call to us that we needed to be even more vigilant about electricity usage and keeping the battery up to a higher level at all times. The generator had pooped out on day 2 with Lee and Sebastian working on it the next day and then again 2 days later. It appeared that the main problem might be dirty fuel clogging the fuel filter but there might be other issues as well. Since then we have run one engine or the other to charge the batteries but the alternators on the engines do not have the capacity to deeply charge the house batteries. The photovoltaic cells on the back of the boat help as well during the day. Thankfully the batteries were new 6 months ago.

Last night we implemented a new plan to run an engine when the volts got down to 11.6 and turn off the refer during that time. When the engine wasn’t running we turned off the refer to save usage. Also, we turned off the radar and navigation computer and did visual checks only for boats in the area every 10 minutes instead of every 15 minutes.

This morning Lee and Sebastian took apart the generator again, and after 4 hours we had success. The generator started, and has now been running for 2 hours. Woo Hoo. Dirty fuel was the problem, and of course may come back to haunt us. We still have a half tank of diesel but only 957 miles to go or maybe 6 days. My opinion is that when my Leatherman was used to make a vital repair to trim a fuel line that I had brought a little Oregon luck with me;) Actually Lee and Sebastian have my respect for putting in so much time in a very uncomfortable environment to make these repairs. (The smell of diesel fuel is the worst!)

It is possible that some people at home were concerned about me when they heard that we were having issues with the gen, sat phone, water etc. However, these things have really been a blessing in disguise. The boat is sound and not having unlimited water and phone and email and electricity is only a nuisance or inconvenience but never a safety issue. By having limited water, we have been forced to think about ways to conserve. We wash dishes with sea water. We think twice before ever turning on the faucet and usually turn it on slowly and for only a short period so as not to waste a drop. We have been forced think of new ways to cook and clean etc. Bathing daily and washing hair is not our highest priority.

We are very conscious now of how many luxuries we live with and take for granted. I suspect that we will all take these lessons home with us. Also, when it comes to sailing many mariners over the centuries have crossed oceans with much less than us. The boat that we talked with yesterday did not have a generator or autopilot. They have had to steer by hand the whole way. Thankfully our autopilot is working perfectly and we can adjust the steering from within the cabin.

Having the time of my life,

Teresa Bright, crew

Oregon

Flying frying fish, Dec 4.

A Fish Tries to Fry Itself, Too Late For the Main Course Dec. 4

The dinner dishes are done. One well-scrubbed medium stainless steel frying pan lies on the clean counter. Lee, our captain, and Sebastian, our crew from Sweden, are in the cockpit emptying the dishwater bucket and pondering over what they should have for dessert. As I move toward the pan to stow it into a cabinet in the galley, a large flying/frying fish comes in through the small hatch and lands in the pan, bug-eyed and flapping like any fish in the same situation.

Lee and Sebastian want to fry it up immediately. Just as it is. A little olive oil, a little salt and pepper, and a squeeze of lemon. I want to spare it’s life, feeling compassion for this strange, quirky Suicide Bomber Fish. The men finally give in and Sebastian carries it, flapping madly, in the pan to the rear of the boat where he will toss it overboard. At this point, the fish heaves itself deep into the line bin obviously thinking this is a better end than a frying pan, plainly not understanding that it’s life is about to be spared. At last the fish is found, still alive, still flailing about, and Sebastian returns it to the deep navy blue sea.

Wendy King Fredell, first mate, World Wide Traveler

musings Dec. 4, 2007

Dec. 4, 2007 Day 9

I was up early, before sunrise, and joined Wendy on her watch. Our watches are still set to GMT or Greenwich Time even though we have moved through at least 2 time zones, which means that we really should be setting our watches back. Due to reporting to the ARC and time being somewhat relative we have agreed to leave our watches set to the equivalent of London time. This means that according to our watch the sun is now coming up at 8:30 am.

The watches are set up so that during the day each of us is on for 4 hours, and at night 3 hours each. The first few days we had the watches set up to be 3 hours each 24 hours a day but that meant that we all had the same watches so 2 people were stuck with the 2 worst night watches. Changing the watches to 4 hours during the day helped to rotate everybody through each of the watch times.

My favorite time of the day has become the early morning hours and the early watch. Watching the sunrise, enjoying time alone, watching the sea, and contemplating my navel. This morning winds are lighter, the sea calmer, clouds to the east covering the sun, but clear above us. Our boat speed is between 5 and 6 knots which seems slow to us, but which would be very respectable on many monohulls. We had a lot of rain last night and some light winds so that we had to motor a bit. Mostly it is warm enough that we have not needed jackets or blankets since the first few days. Yesterday was downright muggy.

When we left the Canaries, after a few days we had lost reception on the satellite phone but yesterday it came back and it was such a pleasure to receive and send emails. Being out of touch was an odd feeling. Also, yesterday we calculated that we are now halfway across this vast ocean.

One of the emails we received from ARC Control was a warning that there was an uninhabited boat drifting at sea and it was in our path. We may never ever see it, however, that doesn’t mean that we couldn’t still run into it if we are not watching. This is somewhat unnerving on the night watch. In its posted position from last night we calculated that it is 2 days ahead of us but what with wind and current, who knows where it might be tonight. There are a lot boats out here in the ARC so we might hear more about it. Now that we have had a close call with a freighter none of us is taking it for granted that we wouldn’t see it.

Yesterday, Lee got out his sextant and gave us all a lesson is celestial navigation. That was fun. It is such a complex set of equations that I do not expect to learn it much less retain it, since it is not something I will be able to practice at home, but I have always wanted to know what it is like to take a noon sight with a sextant.

More later.