Day 4 was cancelled. No Log. I was sad and almost depressed. Trump was elected, much to my horror and I was struggling with the boat and the ocean - and the fleet were getting away from me. Reefs in, reefs out, sails up, sails down - all hard work...
Also sad with the weight of the world - I felt on my shoulders - here - as I am - in the middle of the ocean, helpless... Mind you the same World could end and we are totally independent and self-contained here on the ocean.... and what but sure are we, but little drops in the ocean.
Now what a difference a day makes. Trump may not be so bad.
Our strategy of staying East to pick up the North Easterly trades a little sooner, or at least at the same time as the others, seems to be working - at least we're 'back in touch'. The bright full moonbeams are dancing in the dark - as we power south towards the Canary Islands. Here in the darkness, I punch out this diary crouched on the nav table. We picked up the Trades around mid-day and were soon honking at boat speeds of 17 and 19 knots in 23 knot winds.
Champagne sailing. I am also becoming more in tune with the boat. Mind you today had its ' hairy' moments. I got immersed, soaked to the skin, when submerged by an enormous wave on the foredeck taking the J3 over the side. - it took a long time to sort it all out. Every moment on deck everyday I think of my friend Willie who we lost overboard in the Southern ocean when a rope lifted him unexpectedly over..
Secured, I am getting used to thinking of "President" Trump - thats so-called democracy - lots of small town middle-america have been crushed by free market and jobs exported so they have had their say. Rick Wilson, on Great America IV, is very upset - Rick, my friend ' eat your heart out" - and you might re-consider coming back...The World will survive and our next adventure great adventure together could be walking the US - Mexican Great Wall...
To boot, today, through the wonders of Skype I managed to talk to my 11 year old son Cormac, so named after the last High King of Ireland and a name in my family for generations.. Also I managed to talk with Roisin, my eldest daughter who is set to deliver my first granddaughter - any day now...
Now the days start to roll on - full and by.
The first 5 days were nothing - in other voyages an eternity.
Another and another and another.
And still another sunset and sunrise.
The same yet different, different yet the same.
Slainte sand looking forward to Day 6