Ever-Moving Motion
September
22, 2022
The
ever-moving motion of a small vessel on the open sea is hard to describe, and hard
to picture, I think.
I know that before the trip started I thought to myself, I have been out in the swells, I have been on the open water, I can imagine what it will be like, but I was wrong. I could have pictured what the first day would be like, even the first night and the second day, even the second night and the third day, but when one is out on the open water for ten whole days, day and night, it is different. The movement is constant, yet ever changing; it is never predictable.
If one is up in the cockpit
during the day things are relatively easy.
One's subconscious is very good at taking in all of the information
around and roughly estimating and preparing one's self, subconsciously or
consciously, for the next wave.
At
night, however, or down below, it’s a whole different world. Each movement of the boat comes completely
unannounced. It is like having three
invisible companions constantly trying to shove you, knock you, or throw you
around, this way and that inside the boat.
Every, normally simple task, becomes a challenge. Three points of contact is really a must at
all times, but many tasks seem impossible to complete with only one hand, so creativity
kicks in, and a hip wedged into a corner becomes a third point of contact. A knee, taking only a slight amount of weight
against an edge, becomes a tripod.
It is
essential to sit down to put on one's pants, trying to do so standing up would
almost certainly lead to serious injury.
At times it can be a fun challenge, other times, very frustrating, but
there is nothing that one can do to remove the motion, and even under the best sailing
conditions, unpredictable waves will hit the boat from the side and knock one
off of one's feet if one isn’t constantly prepared
The noise is another thing that I think is
hard to imagine. In general, sailing is
usually thought of as quiet and relaxing, and for the most part I would still
describe it that way, as long as one is in the cockpit with reasonably good
conditions. Down below, however,
especially when one is trying to sleep near the base of the mast, it is a
completely different story.
The floor,
and in particular right around the mast, is the most stable, least moving, part
of the boat, and so, this is where we chose to sleep. We have cushions that fit perfectly in this
area, and in fact our bodies ended up fitting quite perfectly in that area as
well. We were well supported on either
side so that even in rough conditions we could not be thrown around.
The sounds, however, are most dramatic in
that location. With one's head on a
pillow on top of the floorboards, which are right against the hull, one hears
every sound of water rushing past, and at times it can sound very fast. The mast is also a focal point for every sound
that vibrates through the sails and rigging, and even with the best wind, when
a random wave hits the boat sideways and she starts to rock, if the jib loses
full wind for even a second the sound that comes through the whisker pole and down
the mast when the jib fills with wind once again is forceful and dramatic.
For Jason and I, the constant, yet unpredictable sounds, made restful sleep, at times, quite challenging.
You are brave, my dear Sheya and truly be in love with Jason. I don't know too many couples that can be alone with their spouse for 10 days in a small area let alone in the middle of the ocean. Your description of your experience really shows the true experience of sailing great distance. I am glad that I know you arrived safe. Enjoy the sun, we got frost this morning.
ReplyDeleteYour description was wondderful and at the same time terrifying. My friends father was cook on a 90 ft boat out of Lunenburg. It was tough cooking for 12 men in rough weather but nothing like riding a red witch lol. We think we'll stick a lot closer to land ourselves. Flying fish is very tasty as mom brought some home from Barbarous and we fried them up 100 years ago it seem . Hope you get some. Dad
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