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Welcome to our blog, describing our voyage aboard Bravo, a Kelly Peterson 46 sailboat with homeport in Seattle, Washington. We headed south in 2010, destined for Mexico and beyond. Cheers, Adam and Cindi

"As for me, I am tormented by an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts." -Herman Melville, 1844

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Passage to Galapagos, Day 2

The past 24 hours have been some more terrific sailing. Though winds have been a bit lighter, averaging perhaps 10-12 knots, our 24 hour run was 163 miles, our best yet on Bravo since leaving Seattle. Heidi, our Hydrovane steering vane, has been driving the whole way, and doing a fine job. Spirits of the crew are great, and the food has been terrific. Emily baked chocolate cookies, yesterday's dorado catch has been our protein du jour, and all of us are enjoying the speedy rhumb line romp so far.

Only dark spots have been 1) losing another monster dorado yesterday evening as we tried to boat him. Lost a favorite lure in the process. arghhhhhhh....... and 2)our forward head (toilet) is plugged up again. This is the same one that Adam spent a stinky intimate day with a couple of weeks ago. Not good. Not good at all!! We have 2 heads aboard Bravo, the second is in the aft stateroom. But we haven't used it since leaving Seattle 2-1/2 years ago, as it's room has been converted into our 'garage', packed nearly to the ceiling with dive gear, kayaks, fenders, bocce balls.....you get the idea. But we've moved heaps of the gear into the forward head area, and after lubing up the recalcitrant aft head pump, I think we're in business!!! Fingers crossed!!! Wouldn't be sailing without a project or 2 awaiting us!!! All good, though, as we're boogeying along at 7.8 knots on flat seas. And we DO have 2 buckets on board, just in case!!! Cheers!

1 comment:

  1. Adam
    it was wonderful to chat with you before we came up to Mendocino
    the photos from the Galapagos are great
    Nancy has several of me doing a mating dance with a blue footed booby only for me to discover he was a male
    Oh well He knew I was from San Francisco.
    Sorry to hear about your Dad. A great loss I am sure.
    Say Hi to the chief Snubber