Thursday, May 16, 2013

Day 10 to FP - A Sea of Mountains

Time: 2330UTC, COG 240T, SOG 6.5kts, Distance Remaining: 1615nm

All around us, the waves are like mountains. They have different shapes.
They come from three directions. They follow each other in quick succession.
They are wet and salty. And, above all, they are huge! They pick Irie up and
toss her around like she is a tiny plastic toy. The ocean is the Himalaya of
swells. The horizon is gone. Once in a while, we see it appear hilly in the
distance, after we climb, sideways, to the crest of a bigger wave, and
before we fall off the other side. We are engulfed by the steep,
white-capped blue mass. It is bumpy, it is rough, it is windy, it is
uncomfortable. and it is supposed to last through the weekend. The crew is
exhausted, cranky, and not able to do anything but (try to) take care of the
boat and its contents. It's not fun out here; not Irie.

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