Longtitude: 6° 42 S
Latitude: 109° 14 W
Course over ground: 255°
Speed over ground: 8 - 8.5 knots
True wind speed: 20 knots
Time: 9 am (San Francisco)
1,765 nautical miles to go!
Wednesday: Wind has picked up and is now more southerly, hurrah! According to the grib files it won’t last, but we are making the most of it. Our average picked up again overnight, covering 185 nm in the last 24 hours.
Funnily enough after the weevil incident I couldn't face kneading up a batch of sourdough last night to bake loaves this morning. We keep the flour we use in airtight tupperware, and I have sieved through the new batch, but I just need another 24 hours to recover, mentally! Instead I opened a Betty Crocker chocolate chip muffin mix and made a loaf of that for breakfast instead.
Now to the joys of boat ovens: the top of the loaf cooked but not the bottom so I moved the cake up in oven, turned down heat and sat out at the helm with my cup of tea, drinking in the early morning view. One of those precious morning moments, still calm. Only a rogue wave must have confused the instruments again, as can happen on windhold, then the boat started turning 360' and the gennie (our foresail, the gennaker) flapped madly. We had to reset all the instruments and by the time I got back to the loaf the bottom had now burned! Still, all the family tucked into the loaf cake and the kids were over the moon at the decadence of chocolate chips for breakfast.
This sailing life is a dream at the moment. We are enjoying the clear blue skies and racing along, the children are cracking on with schoolwork, I am writing, and Xavier has made the most beautiful video of our time in the Galapagos. It is only two and a half minutes long, but it really captures & condensed the natural beauty, landscape and wildlife of the islands and we can’t wait to share it when we next have wifi!
We were all being so productive that we had a very late lunch indeed and only finished at 4pm. Discussing whether on not to risk the boat oven and if we had enough ingredients for making ANZAC cookies for pudding/tea, in honour of our Antipodean travelling companions - sadly not, out of crucial golden syrup and low on butter - navigation took a bit of a back seat. Suddenly we twigged we were going fast - a glance at phone revealed 10 knots of speed and wind of 22 knots that was propelling us along… a squall was upon us! The Skipper and I pulled down the gennaker pronto, getting more thoroughly dunked in the rain than an ANZAC biscuit in a cup of tea! The payback, though, was the most stunning rainbow, a full arc in the sky - I should have made a note of the coordinates for each end, reaching right into the sea, marking a submerged Treasure Island no doubt!
We then were able to put the gennaker up again after an hour or so. It was fun actually - as the winds have been so favourable recently are gennaker has been up 24/7, and it was good to go through the manoeuvres again and feel like a proper sailor. The kids helped out too!
Other excitement in the day was caused by Gary misbehaving again (Gary our autopilot - see description on post xxx). As I have mentioned before, when we are on wind hold, the sweep along of the boat by a wave can confuse the instruments, setting us, and them, in a spin, and the gennie into a real flap. Three times it happened yesterday! Quite a novelty on one occasion to find us having executed an 180' turn and riding against these immense 2m Pacific rollers. They are not remotely threatening, just huge. That is the big difference between here and the Atlantic.
We had promised the kids movie night, but there is a growing chasm between teenage and younger viewing preferences. For once we went for an older film, a comedy called "Yes Man" about a man that says "no" all the time and how his life changes when he says Yes. It's a comedy, but Catherine did *not* see the funny said. I overheard her say to Isabelle "Mummy keeps saying a film is going to be funny, just like Mrs Doubtfire, and blah blah blah, but it's just not!!" She knows what she likes. To be fair it was Xavier's choice and I felt similarly aggrieved the first time round I saw it, expecting the romantic comedy with Cary Grant that Xavier had promised, only to find he had meant Jim Carey!!! So I read Catherine a “My Naughty Little Sister” story to cheer her up and promised Charlie Chaplin next time round. Now there’s a real clown!