This from Dave tonight:
Hello All,
0500
As we came out of the high pressure zone yesterday, we left behind a glassy sea with clear blue skies and headed into a nice breeze. Our hopes were high when we hit 9 knots in the right direction. Then, the wind began to clock towards our bow and we were soon in the position of having to decide whether to tack and go north or hold our course and head south of east. We tried both for short periods and north was the preferred course. We are currently on a course of 020 at 5.5 knots. The new grib file for 10am shows a wind lifting us to a decent course.
The weather is noticeably colder. We crossed of the latitude of the California/Oregon border, extended out 900 miles into the ocean, and declared ourselves to be officially in Oregon waters. True to form, the weather cooperated. The temperature dropped 20 degrees. The clouds covered the skies and turned the blues to grays. The rain fell in a light mist which dampened our clothes and skin. Just like home. Hopefully, the weather at home is better than this and we can enjoy some sun when we get there.
If the predictions hold true over the course of today, we plan on tacking back to a port tack and ride the northwesterly winds of 15-20 in to Astoria.
Shelly!!! Tom says, "DON'T (DO NOT) call the CG. We're doing fine."
Now, for the important stuff. Stephen, What's for breakfast?
The main cabin is a mess. As much as we try to keep it organized when the boat is heeled on port tack (the boat is leaning to the right), a tack onto starboard (the boat is leaning to the right) turns it into a personal gear jumbo. It looks like a clothes table at a flea market that has been extensively picked over. The galley is the only refuge for the OC's on the boat. It is cleaned constantly. Everything is in its place. The crew found out last night what happens when you leave things on the counter. Stephen and I tacked over from port to starboard to the cacophonous sounds coming from below. All manner of utensils and dishware adhered to Newton's Law of Gravity and found resting places at the lowest spot in the boat.
1100
The high seems to like us and is following us. The winds are shifty and we are trying to stay in phase with them by tacking at the proper times. We are hoping for the promised steady winds later this afternoon or evening. Then, we can recompute the ETA and have a target to aim for.
0500
As we came out of the high pressure zone yesterday, we left behind a glassy sea with clear blue skies and headed into a nice breeze. Our hopes were high when we hit 9 knots in the right direction. Then, the wind began to clock towards our bow and we were soon in the position of having to decide whether to tack and go north or hold our course and head south of east. We tried both for short periods and north was the preferred course. We are currently on a course of 020 at 5.5 knots. The new grib file for 10am shows a wind lifting us to a decent course.
The weather is noticeably colder. We crossed of the latitude of the California/Oregon border, extended out 900 miles into the ocean, and declared ourselves to be officially in Oregon waters. True to form, the weather cooperated. The temperature dropped 20 degrees. The clouds covered the skies and turned the blues to grays. The rain fell in a light mist which dampened our clothes and skin. Just like home. Hopefully, the weather at home is better than this and we can enjoy some sun when we get there.
If the predictions hold true over the course of today, we plan on tacking back to a port tack and ride the northwesterly winds of 15-20 in to Astoria.
Shelly!!! Tom says, "DON'T (DO NOT) call the CG. We're doing fine."
Now, for the important stuff. Stephen, What's for breakfast?
The main cabin is a mess. As much as we try to keep it organized when the boat is heeled on port tack (the boat is leaning to the right), a tack onto starboard (the boat is leaning to the right) turns it into a personal gear jumbo. It looks like a clothes table at a flea market that has been extensively picked over. The galley is the only refuge for the OC's on the boat. It is cleaned constantly. Everything is in its place. The crew found out last night what happens when you leave things on the counter. Stephen and I tacked over from port to starboard to the cacophonous sounds coming from below. All manner of utensils and dishware adhered to Newton's Law of Gravity and found resting places at the lowest spot in the boat.
1100
The high seems to like us and is following us. The winds are shifty and we are trying to stay in phase with them by tacking at the proper times. We are hoping for the promised steady winds later this afternoon or evening. Then, we can recompute the ETA and have a target to aim for.
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