After 49-days and 2hrs Sailors run arrives of the most rugged and beautiful Cape in the world. I can barely see it even though it is less than 5-miles away for the tears in my eyes. I shudder when I think, I have once again been granted passage to this amazing place. It seems as though someone has caused me to liger along the Chilean coast as I beat my way to the Horn in Light winds. Being slowed by nature and forced north I got to see some of the most amazing sea life, that presented itself to me as I "worried" my way down to the Horn.
Now I'm at last here, and I want to thank my wife Debbie for all her wonderful support and to all of our family and great friends for their prayers and emotional support in this huge undertaking. I must thank Robert Perry for designing such an outstanding cruising boat, the Baba 40 ketch, and those of you that have donated gear, and money to help all this to be possible.
To all "MY Amigos much thanks".
Now we rapidly sail clear of the Horn into the depths of the Atlantic and all it has in store for us. The next leg will be about 3000NM to a point nearly 1000-miles south of the "Cape of Good Hope" at Latitude 48*south.
Now after a day of "rocketing away" from the "Horn", in winds up to 30-kts,that were created by a low that slipped below us to the south it, is once again time to pay my dues. On the eve of the heavy weather sailing day, during an inspection of the Genoa sail I noticed three new tears in the sail. I furled the sail in and buried the tears. Now down here it starts getting light at 1am Bahia Caraquez time and at 2:30am I rolled the Genoa sail out, and glued patches over the tears in the genoa. I could just barely reach the tears, while standing on the bow pulpit, lashed onto the furled part of the sail with my safety harness. Once again I furled the sail allowing the contact cement to set up.
It was 6am when I pulled the Genoa down off the furler tube, and spread it out on deck where I could finish a proper repair. I glued patches backing the first patches on the opposite side of the sail, and then sewed the patches together, all the time sliding about on the fore deck, harnessed into my jack line and being very thankful for a high tow rail, to brace myself against and stop my slide off the deck.
After about one and a half hours the sail was back up and flying at 100% as we waited for the winds to build.
Sailing on a passage such as this is like having a new baby in your home, there is no set routine and you never know when nature [baby] will call.
I should mention that as of this day I believe we are nearly 30% complete on our solo circumnavigation. Yah oo!!
The sun is out and the winds have returned making this day tolerable to be outside. It seems when the wind comes from the north the temperature is nearly 10 degrees warmer than the southerly winds off of Antarctica.
I take advantage of the good conditions to put a fishing line out and do a much needed outside project. I moved the double cheek block that the control lines from the wind-vane pass through, aft about ½ an inch. I believe this change, will stop the steering line from ever dropping of the wheel again.
The fishing lure a cedar plug was my choice as it runs a little deeper so the Albatross can't get it as they do not dive below the surface. Now you can imagine my surprise when I came on deck to see five Giant Albatross all trying to get my lure. My first instinct was to grab the camera, but then I seen what these guys were up to. They would fly right up near the stern of Sailors Run where the line interred the water, and grab the fishing line in one of their beaks, now the one with the line in his beak just slipped aft towards the lure as it was leveraged to the surface and all the birds could get after it. I grabbed the meat line and started pulling it in all the time tryingto scare the birds away, to no avail. Suddenly the lure got to the albatross and somehow hooked him or tangled him in the line. I knew the bird would surely drown if I did not haul him in and try and set him free. I know from experience you do not want to attempt this without first putting on gloves because those "suckers "bite hard. The bird was towing in pretty well when, suddenly it turned over creating a huge drag on the line. I was "shocked", at what happened next, the bird reached out with his beak and bit the leader in half and suddenly took flight. Now whether he had the lure in him or not he flew vary well and circled the area looking perfectly normal.
That was the end of the cedar plug and my attempt to fish on this day.