Plenty of Aloha

Up in the cockpit this morning in Nawiliwili Harbor, a local woman paddling an outrigger canoe swooped in next to the boat to say hello and chat us up, friendly smile at the ready.

“Hola!” Mike shouted, with the glee we feel of late whenever we get an opportunity to talk to another human being face to face.

“Um, Michael, we are not in Mexico anymore. It’s ‘Aloha’ in Hawaii, not Hola.”, I gently corrected him.

“Hola, Aloha, they’re all the same. Just switch the letters around and add a vowel.” he replied, pushing past me to get to the edge of the cockpit. We chatted with the woman for a few minutes and she asked about our travels and welcomed us to Kaua’i, waving with another Aloha as she paddled of to practice her form on the canoe.

Redtail Trigger fish on San Benedicto Island. He was very curious and swam along with us.

Michael’s kind of right. A broad smiled ‘hello’ in any language is interpreted in just the right way, although maybe lately our smiles have been just a little too bright and big, just a little too much; maybe we are exuding just a small bit of over excitement. You know, we have become those people that make others move further away when approached because they feel our desperation for human contact and are afraid once we grab them they will be trapped by us. We are overly glad to see people and perhaps we give off a certain ‘desperate for social interaction of any kind’ vibe. Yes, I realize we have an entire world that has been socially isolated for awhile, but being isolated at sea is the next level up. There is no one to stand 6 feet away from out there.  The amount of aloneness that this realization engenders is astounding.

Yesterday we were resting in the cockpit, catching up on emails, and checking into the country using the ROAM app when a Coast Guard boat toodled up next to us. I put down the Android tablet and went to stand at the lifelines, smiling and waving. Let’s just say I was glad to see them.

“Hi Guys!! How’s it going? Want to pull your nice boat right up next to us? Huh? Do you? Thanks for stopping by to say hello! We’ve been at sea for a long time. Sure is nice to see friendly faces and understand what you’re saying. We called you guys on the radio to let you know we were coming into the harbor and everyone was so nice. Is there a limit to how long we can anchor here? We are checking in using our APP and waiting to hear from Customs and Border Patrol. It’s sure great to be in Hawaii. We sailed over from Mexico and wow what fun it was and what a cool experience to be out there at sea!…. blah blah blah”.

I hadn’t got three words out before Michael weaseled his head out of the companionway and, in a single excited leap, was beside me and also talking. We talked over each other for awhile, vying for who could say things the fastest. Had we been less mature, elbows would have been put into play and someone would have probably been hurt. It was pitiful. We both could feel this happening and were powerless to stop it. It’s bad when you realize how you appear to others and yet you cannot seem to stop the stream of consciousness coming out of your mouth. In the end we did a kind half humorous, self-deprecating “I’ll bet you guys can tell we are glad to see you. We haven’t talked to another human being in about a month. You are our first people.”  They smiled and laughed and were extremely good natured souls about it. They were just checking to see if we needed anything (and also profiling the hell out of us but that’s ok. We would have invited them on board but we probably scared them.) Once they realized we had been in contact with the Dept. of Natural Resources already, were using the ROAM app, and had our ducks in a row, they motored off into the harbor to deal with other, less pitiful people. We watched them motor away, single tears running down our cheeks. Pathetic.

Blue Cravalle jack. These got very large and they were curious about us, swimming next to us and close enough we could have touched them. An extremely beautiful fish. San Benedicto Island

Scrawled Filefish. He was so friendly and curious and followed us around. That kind of thing used to give me the spook, but I like it now and think it’s cute. San Benedicto Island

So we’re here and we still haven’t been off the boat yet. It’s the weekend so we cannot complete our checking in process until tomorrow. And this is fine because we are dog tired. I slept 12 hours without a pee break last night in my own bunk on a calm sea. My god. What a treat that was. Tomorrow we will drop the dinghy and go to shore for the first time since May 2. I believe we can just manage walking on land still. We have to get fuel by jerrycan here, so that’s the first order of events after we sign a paper certifying we have been on the boat, isolated at sea, for longer than 2 weeks. No problem. Hawaii is smart enough to know that if we have been at sea for over two weeks, we have been quarantined very well so we don’t need to do the extra two weeks on board.

By the way, we used about 80 gallons of our fuel on the trip. That’s less than half what we carry in our big tank. Thanks to our light wind sail and our willingness to sail slowly, we are in good shape fuel wise. We didn’t touch what we have in the extra tank.  I’m pleased as all heck about that. It’s that much less we have to buy and transport to the boat. There is no fuel dock here.

We will be thinking about and processing this experience of making this passage for a very long time and I know I will be writing some more about it. But what strikes me the most about it as I sit here right now is how extraordinarily lucky we have been to have accomplished it at all. I’m not denying that we have worked hard to do this because that’s a given. But many, many people work hard, and even harder than we did, and never get this opportunity. I think of all the folks who had to give up plans to sail to the South Pacific this year, of all the boats stuck in places they didn’t plan to be in, those still stuck at the docks all over the world. My heart is filled with sorrow for them. Every single one of those sailors worked just as hard as we did, some even harder. They saved money for years, they planned. They did the right things. And it was just bad luck, the luck of the draw, that they found themselves having to abandon plans that were sometimes years in the making. It fills us with gratitude that we have stayed ahead of the Covid-19 shut downs and that we currently find ourselves having completed a passage to the exact destination we wanted to come to at the exact time we planned it. And that we are welcomed with open arms and plenty of Aloha? Wow. It’s extraordinarily humbling, I tell you. We do not take this for granted and feel the gratitude deeply.

Mike photographing a toothy friend at San Benedicto Island

So we will be posting photos we took during the passage and at the Revillagigedos Islands.  And we will be writing more of our thoughts and experiences on passage making. But help me out here! It would be helpful if readers would comment to this post with questions they would like answers to about the passage, or how we did things, or whatever you like. I’d like to write about what you want to know. So ask away and we’ll make those a priority.

Meanwhile, here are some sharks to go with that post we did via the Iridium. Oh, and other interesting fish. We had just the one day of excellent snorkeling on San Benedicto Island. I would go back there to again, just to do this day over. That was the very best day ever. Definitely a highlight of my entire life.

Silky shark, just passing under us.

This Silky does a flyby.

 

Constant Vigilance!

With Kauai only 200 more miles to go and steady, constant winds for the last day it would be easy to start getting excited about making our first landfall. We have not set foot on land since May 2, about the same amount of time some of you have been stuck in your homes. We left the Revillagedados Islands on May 12. It is a little hard to believe we have been sailing nonstop since May 12. Our friends Kevin and Curt have been texting with us daily to get reports of how things are going on this passage. The roles these texts play in our inner emotional lives out here are not insignificant.

Kevin, previously of SV Blue, is the holder of our excitement that we are so close to the finish line. He asks what new sights or smells we experience as we draw closer to land, makes sure I remember to get video of what it’s like out here, and keeps me reminded that, indeed, this crossing is a bit of a big deal. He is the holder of our future celebration in his heart and we love him for that. I would love to feel the excitement he feels but I am just not there yet and I count on Kevin to remind me that it’s coming. His texts give me glimmers. But we literally are not THERE yet. There’s this old wife’s tale about counting chickens before they are hatched and I am an old wife at this point. So I remind myself that we still have 200 miles to go and don’t get too full of myself or of our completely awesome and practical and safe boat that has performed so admirably. In the quiet moments I read Kevin’s texts and smile for the near future that is surely unfolding.

Then I text Curt, of SV Slow Motion and Coast Guard retired. Curt is the superego to Kevin’s joyful id. Curt is a dear friend who embodies the part of me that knows that shit happens when you stop paying attention to small things because you’ve become too comfortable with the environment you’re in and what you’re doing. It’s Curt’s voice that reminds me to put on my life jacket and clip on my harness line when we are dousing the spinnaker at 3 AM. For Curt it’s all about staying focused on what’s right in front of you in the moment. When sea conditions are not comfortable it’s Curt who reminds me that if this were easy it would be crowded out here.

Of course I am over simplifying the roles these friends play in our lives. Both are knowledgeable sailors. Kevin asks about chafe on the gear, Curt asks if the sea has become that beautiful ethereal blue color (it has). They have been such amazing support on this passage and we are grateful for their friendship.

We dodged a bullet on our spinnaker sheet because we are paying attention. We have used our spinnaker a great deal on this passage and both of us were concerned that the sheets we had were too lightweight for the use we were putting them to. (Sheets refers to the lines that control the sail.) So last night the winds piped up as predicted and Mike felt like they were too much for that light air sail. We had discussed our strategy before I went to bed and everything went like the finely tuned machine that we are when we need to be. Lifejackets and harnesses on, Mike went forward to pull down the sock, the cover that contains the sail. I gradually let out the sheet as he pulls the sock down over the sail, keeping the sail under control. Then I move to the fore deck and release the halyard, dropping the sail cleanly onto the deck as Mike packs it in the sail bag. Back in the cockpit I gather the line to be stored. Then it’s all about letting out a bit of genoa to keep us sailin g
downwind and then back to our rest.

This morning Mike was examining the line as he prepared to stow it. One section was just too close to parting, breaking in two. Yikes stripes! That would have been a mess to deal with. The sail would be out of control flying freely. We would have pulled the sock down over it and gotten it sorted but it’s just better to not have that happen in the first place.

So yeah. 200 more miles. We aren’t there yet. But close! Hopefully we are looking at Saturday morning to arrive in Niwiliwili on the east side of Kauai. When the anchor is safely down, I have a bottle of tequila and some frozen key lime juice from Mexico that has our names on it.

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