A Nice Day's Sail
Position: 54 24.95 S 071 15.44 W
Again up before the sun to catch the weather fax and get ready for the day’s sail. The forecast was favourable and we were away a little after nine, which was pretty good because in addition to the usual morning chores, namely cleaning up and securing for sea down below, recovering and stowing shore lines, hoisting and lashing down the dinghy, stowing the heater chimney, and of course weighing anchor, I had to shovel a good four to six inches of snow off the deck, at least the worst of it.
Once aweigh and away we motored out into the channels and just over an hour later we were out into Canal Cockburn, a nice wide channel that is the southwest entrance to the Magellan Straits. Being open to the Southern Ocean a two meter swell greeted us but the seas were mild and once into Canal Cockburn proper we could bear away and run before the nice following southwest breeze, so that the swell was behind us, was barely perceptible and ony helped to push us on our way. With the wind right astern I poled the jib out, wing on wing, which had us making good a very nice six knots plus. As we got further into Canal Cockburn the swell diminished, evetually to nothing and we even enjoyed quite a bit of sun for the day, which Bob Cat decided to boldly investigate and I had to gently dissuade him from venturing outside the cockpit. I think he was looking for a better spot in the sunshine, the angles were obviously all wrong inside the cockpit and there was still quite a bit of snow scattered about.
An uneventful day at last - hooray! We were running square under full sail for nearly all of it and made good 42 miles, all in the right direction without a single tack.
We are now at anchor in a secure looking bay called Puerto King on Isla Grande del Tierra Del Fuego. Curry for dinner.
All is well.
Now that is more like it, our abode nice and steady, even a bit of sunshine, though not too keen on this cold white stuff on deck, yes snow. I am not completely ignorant, after all I am from north east USA. Let me tell you about snow, preferably from the comfort of a warm soft feminine lap sitting in an armchair beside a cosy log fire. Ah, memories! I think I will sleep on it … zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.