| At noon, the Alaskan boat with Mike, Elisha and baby Eli, motored passed on their way to join the fleet upon the windless waters. Meanwhile we were entertaining three giggling twelve year olds interested in joining our ship. The two girls were blushing, a bit frightened, while the boy was showing us his muscles.
Exiting the Camden Haven River thrust us into a blue world with a tight line of wool stretched where it met the sky. To our right rose the bold red headland we’d climbed, where the humpback whale had frolicked on his way south. By the time we’d powered around it, a slight ripple broke the glassy surface. Feeling its energizing caress, we unrolled the headsail to its max, and then silenced the donk to sit back and relaxed.
Ever increasingly that wind took Banyandah faster down the coast, assisted by a fairly strong current that at one point had our GPS saying we were covering nine nautical miles an hour. That would put us at Port Stephens about midnight, so I hunkered down to catch some rest.
Relishing her time alone under open blue heavens, Jude is not like me. She doesn’t just sit back to gaze at the passing horizon. No, she’s checking the log and GPS, looking over the chart, calculating speed and drift, watching seabirds and looking them up. So, by the time I arose for sundowners, she gave me such a complete rundown that I felt I’d been right beside her the whole afternoon. |
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