Saturday, September 18, 2010
Alaska politics: Young and the restless
Last night I was discussing Alaska politics with a friend. For those who don't know, we have a tea-bagger for a Republican candidate for the Senate, who beat a sitting senator in the primary. That senator has announced she will run a write-in campaign. It should be noted she was first appointed to the seat by her father who was then governor. He had held the seat for three or four terms. She did win one election on her own. On the other side the Democrats had nominated a sacrificial lamb (no one of substance wanted to run against the sitting senator) who now, because of the tea-bagger's win finds himself and the democrats in a much stronger position to win, if only they had a candidate someone had heard of before. And, of course, sniping from the sidelines is the good old Governor Interrupted. The whole thing brings me to saying something I never would have expected to say. THESE GUYS MAKE DON YOUNG LOOK GOOD.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Milestones, logs and blogs
We are coming up on a milestone sometime in the next week or so and it probably needs a comment. To be honest, when I started this blog I never really thought about who might read it.. As I think back I mostly did it for a release. Having been quite frustrated with writing over the past few years, a blog looked like a good outlet for random thoughts and once in a while that one good paragraph Hemingway strove for every day, only these would be random paragraphs, a single thought, written well. Anyway those were my thoughts. So in late May this year I finally figured out how to add a counter to the blog wondering how many people actually looked at it. I never expected what I have seen. Sometime in the next week we will reach 1,000 individual hits. One thousand in a little more than three months. Who would have thought? I realize that’s not a Lady Gaga number, but given that I never even told many people the blog exists it is a bit overwhelming.
Since I’ve realized how often or how many (those two could be deceiving) it has put a little pressure on me. When I thought I was just writing for myself I could blither on to my heart’s content. Now I have to think about an audience. An audience? It may be why I haven’t written as much, simply questioning if people would really want to read what random thoughts I might feel like typing onto a blog. Well, today, random thoughts it is.
It pretty much has to be random because I don’t think I have had a coherent continuing thought train since I got off the boat. There’s a reason for that too. It took a while to realize but it has happened before. When you come back from an experience like that it is almost like you are entering an alien society. No one around me these days could conceivably relate to an ocean voyage experience. It is so entirely different from regular life, it almost defies translation. It is almost like I have been on a different planet and returned to join people who have no clue what was experienced and how all-encompassing it was. This same phenomenon has occurred when I returned from other voyages and when I have returned from extended stays in the Bush. I just feel like I can’t relate to the people around me.
So, now couple that with this. I felt crowded on the boat. I have never sailed with 20 people before. The most I ever did an extended voyage with was five including myself. On this trip it was difficult to find the solitude it takes to fully grasp the ocean experience and even when I could grab a moment it seems like someone just had to talk to me. At the time I recalled watches with other people and we never said more than a couple of sentences over the course of a four-hour watch. I realize I haven’t written much about this voyage. I did keep a log for the first part of the trip and I will include it at the end of this item. Part of the reticence to write about it has been that re-entry problem and part of it was the complexity of experiences, some of them not so pleasant, during the voyage.
Then, speaking of crowded, it always amazes me how many people there are in the world. Twenty on a boat, 600,000 in Alaska, but even those numbers are small. Flying out of San Diego I looked down at the sprawl of people all the way north along the coast. It is almost continuous from San Diego to Seattle, at least it seemed so from what I could see from the air. That extent of sprawl is overwhelming, too., especially when you think every one of the people down there has a life, a family, work, play and each goes on without the vast majority of us being aware of each other. The numbers are staggering. It adds to the crowded feeling. It felt good getting back to Alaska but even here it feels crowded.
Ok, here’s a segue. And, what does crowding bring? It brings another slew of those things that chip away at the frontier mystique of Alaska. Another story the other night one of those things that are gentrifying the place -- story about specialty food makers, people who put sardines on truffles. More of that weak stuff.
So with all this and more rumbling around in my head, a fellow at work told me the other night I don’t seem the same since I got back. I can feel it too, though it might be just being quiet. Seems like I heard enough of people (including myself) shooting their mouths off on the boat. There is a bunch self doubt rattling around here too and it all adds up to a bit of introspection that adds to the quiet exterior.
That existential feeling of centered self-sufficiency in an isolated cosmos like a small boat on a big ocean is challenged by the extent of the population when one returns to land. Maybe that’s what I needed to understand.
At any rate, here is the interrupted log I kept during the first part of the trip. After the log we mostly sailed a single course on a port tack for 1,700 miles to San Diego, watch, sleep, eat, read, watch, rinse and repeat.
There is no prize for being the one-thousandth visitor to this blog.
AND HERE IS THE INTERRUPTED LOG
8/15/10
37 34 N. 125 22.05W
6-9 watch. Justin a natural on the helm. Several pods of Dall porpoise, caught an albacore, Chip saw a mystery fish. Calm, glassy, no sail. Alone on the ocean
1900 37 17. 126 45.88
1500-1800 watch: We decided we are the magic watch, saw several pods of Dall porpoises, two of pacific white-sided dolphins, some whales off in the distance we decided were sperm by the angled spout. Also saw several sharks. Chip and Annie won the prize for the first albatross. Still motoring, very calm, mostly glassy sea, we want to SAIL. No sight of another ship.
8/16/10
000-0300
Very calm night watch. A petrel landed on deck and several more were flying around the lights.
Later in the night one landed in the dinghy and was still there shivering at noon.
0900-noon
Exciting watch. Set all the fore-and-aft sails. Chip held the helm the whole time and did great. The crew gave him three cheers at the end. Crew relaxing and you can see more humor. Nice to hang some laundry finally. Albatross with us most of the morning. Ate some of the albacore for lunch.
Caught another albacore about 14:15. We are thinking of naming our watch the magic watch or albatross watch.
1400 position 36 54.8, 129 27.37
Tuesday 8/17/10
Position @ 10:20 35 52.38 132 04.73
Midnight to 0300. Pretty uneventful watch. We did have a passing with a sailboat bound from Hawaii to San Diego. The petrel flew away. Making almost 8 knots with the sails up plus engine
Wednesday 8/18/10
Noon 35 41.98. 135 13.85
Still almost glassy calm. But yesterday with some wind we put up the square sails. Justin went up in the rigging while I hauled lines on deck. He is becoming the go-to guy for helm during operations. Last night on watch, captain was trying to coordinate course between gps in wheelhouse and deck compass.
He told Chip 262 in wheelhouse and 280 on deck. J said "I know." sure enough he was right on.
Seeing more trash now, about 300 miles from where we expect to find stuff.
CAPTAIN'S PREROGATIVE
There's a captain and sailing master/mate. Mate knows much more about square rigged sailing. Apparently this gives him license to talk loudly, incessantly and condescendingly. He is incredibly knowledgable and what he says is interesting. I wish he would shut up once in awhile. The captain is on my watch though he often sleeps and I serve as watch captain.when he's up he talks incessantly too. Last night I even moved up to the bow for some quiet but eventually found me and kept right on talking. I would say something only I am getting that way too and find myself talking too much. Night watches are for reverie. So much for that.
PERSPECTIVE
We are now in our fourth full day out of sight of land. The place in nature aspect of ocean sailing has always appealed to me. Any map you see of the Pacific Ocean it has land around it. That makes it look smaller than it is. Get out of sight of land on a small boat and you realize the immensity. A pencil dot on that map in perspective is bigger than this boat.
Still the boat is huge. It is our cosmos, our whole world while we are on it. But I had an additional existential perspective on a night watch a couple of days ago. When I was reading and writing about Space, it came up that there is no up or down in space. That's a difficult concept to grasp. The only reason north is up and south is down is that the early cartographers and explorers came from the northern hemisphere. So, with that in mind, the other night someone said it is all downhill from here. I thought about that kind of in terms of the old riddle: a bear walks five miles south, five miles east and then five miles north. He ends up right where he started. What color is the bear? It is white because it only happens at the north pole and it has to be a polar bear. But! If lines are drawn differently as they could be on any sphere (discounting polarity) technically it could happen anywhere on Earth. So, if I am standing at this spot (the boat in the big ocean) and there is no up or down relative to space, anywhere is the top of the world from my perspective so I am always standing at the top of the world and it is always downhill from here, at least on the plane of the ocean's surface. Existentially anyway. Long night watches create these thought trains, isn't it fun?
Thursday 8/19/10
21:30. 35 05.47 N 138 41.71 W
ON A MIDNIGHT WATCH I REALIZED ...
A reverie tonight: standing at the helm alone on a sunset watch, I got thinking About how all this started. Two loves, one lasted. My first real girlfriend introduced me to sailing. Her family owned a snipe, a 16-foot sailboat that they sailed on the Niagara River and they took me along several times. Sailing with Niagara falls not too far downstream can be an adventure. At any rate, the realization led to many warm memories of that time and Beatles tunes on Justin's iPod added to that. We fell in love to Beatles music. What finally crossed my mind was I wondered what she would think now 46 years later, here I am standing at the helm of a 150- foot brigantine crossing the North Pacific. Knowing only the memory of her I think she would smile at the idea.
Random notes:
Tonight Chip made a turk's head bracelet, the symbol of a square rigger sailor.
The other day the engineer said something you never hear an engineer say: let's put up some sail and shut the engine down.
Caught the second albacore yesterday.
Sun today but still not much wind. Motor sailing.
Overnight got part of a seine wrapped in the propellor and had to cut it out after daylight.
Seeing more trash, but still not a huge concentration.
Friday 8/20/10
15:10 34 42.67 N 140 18.95 W
We have actually passed our goal, but not finding much trash so far. Kind of like fishing I guess, have to prospect for a while.
Spectacular night watch last night. Mostly overcast when we came up at 3 am. There was a line of clear sky on the horizon and the moon descended into it as it was setting. Brilliant orange reflected off the clouds as it slowly set over the horizon. As the night went on the sky cleared and without the moon, the sky filled with a dazzling array of stars. Annie the young woman on our watch said it was her best night ever. Milky Way was visible and thousands of stars horizon to horizon in any direction. Chip and Annie saw several shooting stars. It was a great ocean sky, one of the reasons you do this. By the time we came up for our next watch it was raining. I had to take a picture of the sorry wet crew before us. But by an hour into our watch the sky cleared and the sun came out. Our rain gear barely got wet and dried out quickly. We are the magic watch!
8/21/10
1100 34 44.44 N. 142 33.91 W
1840 34 36.23 N. 143 21.48 W
Sunny clear and light winds all day. Picked up quite a bit of trash but still not the concentration we are looking for. Biggest thing today was, I finally went up in the rigging. Since the trip began I have been facing this. Watched everyone else climb some cautiously, some like they live up there, while my feet have remained firmly planted on deck. Since the sun came out a couple of days ago I have been challenging myself and finally this afternoon I decided it was time. So I told Annie and Chip to get the camera ready, hollered "laying aloft" and climbed the ratlines on the mainmast. I did tell Drew on the helm to get ready to pull my skinny white ass out of the water and up I went. I made it all the way to the first platform but stopped when I figured out I would be upside down for a moment. Baby steps. But at least now I can say I went up, and I will go up again, a little farther each time.
Sunday 8/22/10
12:40. 34 51.36. 145 21.9
Started doing transects trying to quantify garbage. Saturday night party last night. The kids got into their grog a little. Around midnight they pulled in a mahi mahi. They got it aboard and subdued, but then there ensued an argument over whether it was dead or not. Kelsy kept saying it wasn't and kept trying to close its eyes. The guys argued it was and then the fish would flop. One told her to feel its heart. They figured they had killed it half a dozen times, but it didn't look like Kelsy was ever convinced.
Then George fell asleep in the netting under the bowsprit. Got pictures of that.
Today I got to run around in the inflatable picking up some of the trash.
Monday 8/23/10
10:30. 33 49.1384 N 146 42.2 W
Wore ship onto a port tack -- changed sides the wind hits the sails. Another sunny day with light winds. This is a simple jibe on the boats I've sailed. On this boat it took 10 guys about 20 minutes to accomplish the whole process.
On watch 3-6 had an interesting conversation with Annie about the spirituality experienced on the ocean and creative process. Even lost track of time and talked for more than an hour.
Just for perspective, later in the day I was playing some music and she asked me what it was. Doobie Brothers Black Water. She says oh I just went to a Doobie Brothers concert. Took her dad for his birthday. Nuff said.
We jokingly left a huge black squall cloud for the oncoming watch, even told them we slowed down so we wouldn't get hit by it. No big deal.
Had mahi mahi for dinner last night. One guy saved the stomach to dissect to see what the fish might have ingested in the way of plastic. More to come on that.
Right now we have come 1,085 miles and it is only 903 miles to Hawaii. Just saying.
Tuesday 8/24/10
32 58.69 N 144 43.26 W
After a bit of drama last night we are now headed for San Diego at all possible speed. The chief engineer has taken sick with pneumonia-like symptoms and needs treatment, so far today resting comfortably, but not well.
Saw a huge school of tuna pass by, even jumping out of the water.
We pulled up quite a bit of garbage yesterday including some large messes of net, called ghost net. One had a couple of fish caught in a small-mesh gill net. But now here we are steaming and not stopping for garbage, though apparently on an early watch today the boat passed two large masses, noted positions but did not stop. First was at 11:37 32 58.31 N, 144 43.182 W and second was at 1217 32 54.1 N 144 41.45 W.
I was able to make the locations waypoints on my navigator map and will try to post the map along with pictures.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
37 34 N. 125 22.05W
6-9 watch. Justin a natural on the helm. Several pods of Dall porpoise, caught an albacore, Chip saw a mystery fish. Calm, glassy, no sail. Alone on the ocean
1900 37 17. 126 45.88
1500-1800 watch: We decided we are the magic watch, saw several pods of Dall porpoises, two of pacific white-sided dolphins, some whales off in the distance we decided were sperm by the angled spout. Also saw several sharks. Chip and Annie won the prize for the first albatross. Still motoring, very calm, mostly glassy sea, we want to SAIL. No sight of another ship.
8/16/10
000-0300
Very calm night watch. A petrel landed on deck and several more were flying around the lights.
Later in the night one landed in the dinghy and was still there shivering at noon.
0900-noon
Exciting watch. Set all the fore-and-aft sails. Chip held the helm the whole time and did great. The crew gave him three cheers at the end. Crew relaxing and you can see more humor. Nice to hang some laundry finally. Albatross with us most of the morning. Ate some of the albacore for lunch.
Caught another albacore about 14:15. We are thinking of naming our watch the magic watch or albatross watch.
1400 position 36 54.8, 129 27.37
Tuesday 8/17/10
Position @ 10:20 35 52.38 132 04.73
Midnight to 0300. Pretty uneventful watch. We did have a passing with a sailboat bound from Hawaii to San Diego. The petrel flew away. Making almost 8 knots with the sails up plus engine
Wednesday 8/18/10
Noon 35 41.98. 135 13.85
Still almost glassy calm. But yesterday with some wind we put up the square sails. Justin went up in the rigging while I hauled lines on deck. He is becoming the go-to guy for helm during operations. Last night on watch, captain was trying to coordinate course between gps in wheelhouse and deck compass.
He told Chip 262 in wheelhouse and 280 on deck. J said "I know." sure enough he was right on.
Seeing more trash now, about 300 miles from where we expect to find stuff.
CAPTAIN'S PREROGATIVE
There's a captain and sailing master/mate. Mate knows much more about square rigged sailing. Apparently this gives him license to talk loudly, incessantly and condescendingly. He is incredibly knowledgable and what he says is interesting. I wish he would shut up once in awhile. The captain is on my watch though he often sleeps and I serve as watch captain.when he's up he talks incessantly too. Last night I even moved up to the bow for some quiet but eventually found me and kept right on talking. I would say something only I am getting that way too and find myself talking too much. Night watches are for reverie. So much for that.
PERSPECTIVE
We are now in our fourth full day out of sight of land. The place in nature aspect of ocean sailing has always appealed to me. Any map you see of the Pacific Ocean it has land around it. That makes it look smaller than it is. Get out of sight of land on a small boat and you realize the immensity. A pencil dot on that map in perspective is bigger than this boat.
Still the boat is huge. It is our cosmos, our whole world while we are on it. But I had an additional existential perspective on a night watch a couple of days ago. When I was reading and writing about Space, it came up that there is no up or down in space. That's a difficult concept to grasp. The only reason north is up and south is down is that the early cartographers and explorers came from the northern hemisphere. So, with that in mind, the other night someone said it is all downhill from here. I thought about that kind of in terms of the old riddle: a bear walks five miles south, five miles east and then five miles north. He ends up right where he started. What color is the bear? It is white because it only happens at the north pole and it has to be a polar bear. But! If lines are drawn differently as they could be on any sphere (discounting polarity) technically it could happen anywhere on Earth. So, if I am standing at this spot (the boat in the big ocean) and there is no up or down relative to space, anywhere is the top of the world from my perspective so I am always standing at the top of the world and it is always downhill from here, at least on the plane of the ocean's surface. Existentially anyway. Long night watches create these thought trains, isn't it fun?
Thursday 8/19/10
21:30. 35 05.47 N 138 41.71 W
ON A MIDNIGHT WATCH I REALIZED ...
A reverie tonight: standing at the helm alone on a sunset watch, I got thinking About how all this started. Two loves, one lasted. My first real girlfriend introduced me to sailing. Her family owned a snipe, a 16-foot sailboat that they sailed on the Niagara River and they took me along several times. Sailing with Niagara falls not too far downstream can be an adventure. At any rate, the realization led to many warm memories of that time and Beatles tunes on Justin's iPod added to that. We fell in love to Beatles music. What finally crossed my mind was I wondered what she would think now 46 years later, here I am standing at the helm of a 150- foot brigantine crossing the North Pacific. Knowing only the memory of her I think she would smile at the idea.
Random notes:
Tonight Chip made a turk's head bracelet, the symbol of a square rigger sailor.
The other day the engineer said something you never hear an engineer say: let's put up some sail and shut the engine down.
Caught the second albacore yesterday.
Sun today but still not much wind. Motor sailing.
Overnight got part of a seine wrapped in the propellor and had to cut it out after daylight.
Seeing more trash, but still not a huge concentration.
Friday 8/20/10
15:10 34 42.67 N 140 18.95 W
We have actually passed our goal, but not finding much trash so far. Kind of like fishing I guess, have to prospect for a while.
Spectacular night watch last night. Mostly overcast when we came up at 3 am. There was a line of clear sky on the horizon and the moon descended into it as it was setting. Brilliant orange reflected off the clouds as it slowly set over the horizon. As the night went on the sky cleared and without the moon, the sky filled with a dazzling array of stars. Annie the young woman on our watch said it was her best night ever. Milky Way was visible and thousands of stars horizon to horizon in any direction. Chip and Annie saw several shooting stars. It was a great ocean sky, one of the reasons you do this. By the time we came up for our next watch it was raining. I had to take a picture of the sorry wet crew before us. But by an hour into our watch the sky cleared and the sun came out. Our rain gear barely got wet and dried out quickly. We are the magic watch!
8/21/10
1100 34 44.44 N. 142 33.91 W
1840 34 36.23 N. 143 21.48 W
Sunny clear and light winds all day. Picked up quite a bit of trash but still not the concentration we are looking for. Biggest thing today was, I finally went up in the rigging. Since the trip began I have been facing this. Watched everyone else climb some cautiously, some like they live up there, while my feet have remained firmly planted on deck. Since the sun came out a couple of days ago I have been challenging myself and finally this afternoon I decided it was time. So I told Annie and Chip to get the camera ready, hollered "laying aloft" and climbed the ratlines on the mainmast. I did tell Drew on the helm to get ready to pull my skinny white ass out of the water and up I went. I made it all the way to the first platform but stopped when I figured out I would be upside down for a moment. Baby steps. But at least now I can say I went up, and I will go up again, a little farther each time.
Sunday 8/22/10
12:40. 34 51.36. 145 21.9
Started doing transects trying to quantify garbage. Saturday night party last night. The kids got into their grog a little. Around midnight they pulled in a mahi mahi. They got it aboard and subdued, but then there ensued an argument over whether it was dead or not. Kelsy kept saying it wasn't and kept trying to close its eyes. The guys argued it was and then the fish would flop. One told her to feel its heart. They figured they had killed it half a dozen times, but it didn't look like Kelsy was ever convinced.
Then George fell asleep in the netting under the bowsprit. Got pictures of that.
Today I got to run around in the inflatable picking up some of the trash.
Monday 8/23/10
10:30. 33 49.1384 N 146 42.2 W
Wore ship onto a port tack -- changed sides the wind hits the sails. Another sunny day with light winds. This is a simple jibe on the boats I've sailed. On this boat it took 10 guys about 20 minutes to accomplish the whole process.
On watch 3-6 had an interesting conversation with Annie about the spirituality experienced on the ocean and creative process. Even lost track of time and talked for more than an hour.
Just for perspective, later in the day I was playing some music and she asked me what it was. Doobie Brothers Black Water. She says oh I just went to a Doobie Brothers concert. Took her dad for his birthday. Nuff said.
We jokingly left a huge black squall cloud for the oncoming watch, even told them we slowed down so we wouldn't get hit by it. No big deal.
Had mahi mahi for dinner last night. One guy saved the stomach to dissect to see what the fish might have ingested in the way of plastic. More to come on that.
Right now we have come 1,085 miles and it is only 903 miles to Hawaii. Just saying.
Tuesday 8/24/10
32 58.69 N 144 43.26 W
After a bit of drama last night we are now headed for San Diego at all possible speed. The chief engineer has taken sick with pneumonia-like symptoms and needs treatment, so far today resting comfortably, but not well.
Saw a huge school of tuna pass by, even jumping out of the water.
We pulled up quite a bit of garbage yesterday including some large messes of net, called ghost net. One had a couple of fish caught in a small-mesh gill net. But now here we are steaming and not stopping for garbage, though apparently on an early watch today the boat passed two large masses, noted positions but did not stop. First was at 11:37 32 58.31 N, 144 43.182 W and second was at 1217 32 54.1 N 144 41.45 W.
I was able to make the locations waypoints on my navigator map and will try to post the map along with pictures.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Coming home
One of those nights you appreciate living in the north. Driving home under the northern lights, three arcs of greenish light from horizon to horizon on a starlit night.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Still sorting things out, feeling like i have one foot on the ocean and one on land and not sure which way to lean. I managed to get all the photos into one album on picassa and it is posted. Kaisei photo gallery. Hope that makes it more interesting and easier to use. Still working on at least minimal captions. Also, here is the chart I kept from my iPad using MotionX. The program is amazing and it was right on with the ship's instruments the entire way. Chart. (you will need to zoom it out some) Overall we sailed 2,720 miles at an average speed of 6.2 knots. With a late start we did not get very much time to look for the North Pacific Gyre. We did run into a whole lot more floating trash once we came under the influence of the North Pacific high pressure zone, though. As more of this becomes clear, I expect I will write more about it.
The reality of NOW is that the leaves are turning, although there's no new snow on the mountains yet. Soon
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Time, please
We've been gone a long time and experienced quite a bit. There is a lot to go over and absorb and sort out, so please bear with me for a while until I understand it all myself and can present it in some kind of understandable form. But, we did it and after almost 2,700 miles, my son and I can now count ourselves among the square-rigger sailors of the world. We made our statement for the environment as well though cleaning the ocean is a monumental task still in front of us. To give you an idea of how it went, my son who is now 20, told one person online it was the best three weeks of his life. That alone was worth the trip. More to come, honest. Lots to say and almost 300 photographs to organize and edit. For a look, for those of you who aren't on facebook, you can find two albums here: Two albums.
... just takes a while, just takes a while.
