Cyndi and Rich aboard Legacy
May 1, 2017
With three days to spare on our Oz visas, we found weather (good enough, we hope) and we’re on our way. We’re heading to Lord Howe Island (wikipedia page). After a few days there, or maybe a week, we’ll head to baguettes and brie (New Caledonia). But with us, who knows where we’ll actually end up.
April 15, 2017
We’re in. I’m tired. I want to drink wine. Then more wine. Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t a bad four day passage by any means. But it was a passage. Enough. Cyndi, more wine! TTYL. -Rich
Update: the next morning…
Had wine. Feel better. Here’s the view from Legacy this morning.
April 15, 2017
While we don’t really keep up with the news (mostly too depressing), we are interested in current affairs – that is the affairs of the ocean currents that always seem to be against us! We were making great time and it was looking like we’d be in Sydney early this morning. That changed last night and we’ve spent the last 12 hours or more with more than two knots of current against us.
The Eastern coast of Australia has a pretty constant, strong, southbound current. We avoided it mostly by staying close to shore. That strategy let us down last night. We even signed up for a service called TideTech to see what the Bass Strait and coastal currents would be doing during our trip. That didn’t help much for two reasons. One: we’re so slow that there was nothing we could do about the twice-daily changes in currents in the Bass Strait. Two: the information wasn’t very accurate (or maybe just not detailed enough inshore) to help us on this last, painful, slow leg.
Oh well. We’ll get there eventually. I think we have enough fuel?! -Rich
April 12, 2017 at 6AM
We left yesterday morning from Stanley, Tasmania, bound for somewhere on that big island called Australia to our north. Plan A is Eden, but we’ll see where we end up. So far, it’s not bad. We motored all day yesterday. Now the wind is heading us a bit and it’s not ideal. Oh well.
Hey, we heard something great yesterday as we were leaving Stanley. It seems that the fishermen have a name for us sailors: WAFIs. Wind Assisted F*&kin’ Idiots! I love it. I don’t know why I’m not insulted. Maybe it’s an “if the shoe fits” kind of thing. -Rich