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Wood Island Harbor

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  • Day36

    Biddeford: First thunder storm!

    September 6, 2018 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 73 °F

    Today started with rough 5’ seas but soon we would be begging for such easy conditions. Weather reported a chance of scattered thunder storms and we ended up right in the teeth of some. We debated whether we could change course and outrun them, but top speed being 8kts, we quickly eliminated that option. We thought about a U-turn, but realized we were surrounded at that point. The choice was to pick a tack we thought would give us the least time in the churn; not an easy decision. We looked at radar images and it looked like the storms were moving NW to SE so we opted to head into the storm at an angle we thought would minimize our time in the mix. Admittedly I was a bit concerned as I watched the seas rise, winds kick up to 30kts, and huge lightning bolts strike the sea within a short distance of the boat. The rain was hard and sideways, and I pulled out my lanyard for the first time and locked in. It was amazing to watch the bow of the boat ride to the top of a wave and then bury into the ocean on the downside! It was my watch and I convinced Lisa to go below for the ride. This is what a sailor wants, the opportunity to be challenged by the elements and come through, and come through we did! We apparently picked the right tack as we only had the worst of it for less than an hour and eventually, as we approached our destination, the seas calmed and we made our mooring in Biddeford Pool. As the following pic shows we again found our sunset.Read more

  • Day36

    The most important storm activity

    September 6, 2018 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 73 °F

    We have become so obsessed with the black flies that about a week ago, David used the butane firelighter to burn one that happened to be on his leg. And, I confess, I cheered.

    For some reason, during rainstorms, the black flies descend upon us. In the middle of today’s thunderstorm with nearby lightning bolts, David asked for the flyswatter, and soon I saw and heard him slaying dozens. Not sure what he was doing about steering at the time (there were some wide swings that I attributed to waves but perhaps that was incorrect).

    Below deck, I was also slaying the feisty beasts. Between us, we probably killed about 30, which was extremely satisfying. If body count matters, we have won the war. However, we now need a new swatter, and are unable to sit on the cockpit seats because of fly carcasses.

    I can’t understand why they come here, to 2 healthy humans. Aren’t they supposed to be feeding on dead, decaying things?? I must be missing something.
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