SV Rocinante - 2005
From Haverstraw, NY to Penobscot Bay, Maine. The trip is scheduled to last approximately 30 days, leaving Haverstraw on August 1st, 2005
tracking : 19 recorded positions
tracking : 19 recorded positions
| Last Position: 40°54'55.08 N 73°23'7.08 W on August 10th 2005 @ 16:44 |
Ship's Log:
Good morning boys and girls!
What can I say; yesterday was simply picture perfect!
The skies cleared up a bit, the seas were calm and we were well rested from the previous dayīs endeavors. Breakfast (the most important meal of the day) was simply amazing... the simplest things take on new meaning when you pare down to the bare essentials... take toast for example. No toaster aboard our boat, so what do you do? Ahh, a little bit of butter in a non-stick skillet and you have the most amazing toast youīve ever had... add to that some great scrambled eggs; slow cooked bacon (the alcohol stove doesnīt produce the kind of heat you get out of your typical gas stove) and hot fresh brewed black coffee... a meal fit for a king and queen!
We lounged about the boat most of the morning Maria reading her book and yours truly writing the latest entry. Morning gently moved into late morning and we started to think about lunch (perhaps we are hobbits and donīt really know it). We had a couple of steaks that wouldnīt last much longer sitting in the "ice box" and being the frugal cruiser types that we are, decided that a nice rib steak for lunch would be a good idea... by this time, the winds had picked up a bit, and while not uncomfortable, certainly too windy to fire up the barbeque. Fortunately, there is always more than one way to get things done... I fired up both burners on the stove, turn them up as high as they would go (more or less) and heated up the griddle while I prepped the steaks... a bit of freshly ground salt and pepper would do just fine. Prepared a nice salad; romaine lettuce, kalamata olives and artichoke hearts with a bit of red wine vinegar and extra virgin olive oil... yummy! (especially with the bottle of red wine... remember, we have 3 cases to go through!).
After lunch, we contemplated our mid-afternoon snack... actually, we decided to inflate the tender and head to the beach. The process went fairly well. Maria and I took turns at the pump (really should have gone for the electric one!) about 30-45 minutes later, we had it inflated on the foredeck and now needed a way of getting the darn thing in the water. Now this puppy is heavy, a bit over 100lbs, so you canīt really just pick it up and toss it over the side... wait a minute, perhaps you can? Well, at that point in time, I didnīt think of it, so I proceeded to set up a sling attached to a spare halyard, to hoist the tender over the life lines and gently lower it into the water... you got it.
The process resembled something akin to putting a cat in a bathtub... the tender was all over the place reaching out and grabbing every shroud, stanchion and innocent bystander it could... it was not going to cooperate! Eventually, we not so elegantly, shoved it tail down over the rail and into the water... in the end, it worked, but we obviously need to work on our technique.
We loaded up the cooler with water, grabbed our PFDs (personal flotation devices), a beach towel and headed to the beach. Oh, did I forget to tell you that the instructions on the outboard warn you of death and/or serious bodily injury if you simply clamp it to the stern without drilling holes and attaching it with bolts... who knew and where the heck was I going to get a drill now!
So it was row, row, row your boat... about a mile and a quarter to the beach... actually not as bad as I thought it would be, I think I had the wind and current with me! We had a great time just walking the beach collecting shells and stones for our soon to be "sea shell and stones" collection.
It really was one of those moments where you sit on a bench on a beach and realize that the best things in life truly are free (ok, more or less free). Having enjoyed our time ashore, (except for a little incident involving a "Good Humor Icecream truck" and me having forgotten to bring money) we got back in our little tender and headed back to Rocinante as she bobbed gently at anchor... "a bit to your right"... "now a bit to your left"... "hold it, hold it"... I zigged and zagged my way back... ok, so my rowing skills need some work as well, bottom line, I got us safely back aboard Rocinante and started to contemplate dinner. (definitely hobbits!) The evening called out for linguine with Clam sauce and a nice cool white... down to the cellar I went (figuratively of course) and came up with a nicely chilled Chenin Blancī... perfect!
The results were less than perfect, no fresh garlic and onions... who was in charge of provisioning?!... oh, that would be me... oh, well, it was none the less edible. Our evening meal was made that much more enjoyable by a group of sailboat brethren that slowly made there way out of the nearby marina. They came to great the setting sun slowly ghosting along... a solemn, silent procession of sailboat silhouettes against a crimson sunset... it was spectacular. As the sun finished itīs evening performance, they all slowly pirouetted and disappeared into the darkness around the point.
It truly was a sight to behold (pictures coming... I promise)
I finished off the night with a glass of port and a cigar... thoughts of Control Point Solutions going through my head (donīt think so!)
We called it a night... and slept better than anyone has a right to.
Till next time,
Carlos & Maria
SV Rocinante..._/)
Link to sunset picture
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/svrocinante/SunsetSailors.jpg
What can I say; yesterday was simply picture perfect!
The skies cleared up a bit, the seas were calm and we were well rested from the previous dayīs endeavors. Breakfast (the most important meal of the day) was simply amazing... the simplest things take on new meaning when you pare down to the bare essentials... take toast for example. No toaster aboard our boat, so what do you do? Ahh, a little bit of butter in a non-stick skillet and you have the most amazing toast youīve ever had... add to that some great scrambled eggs; slow cooked bacon (the alcohol stove doesnīt produce the kind of heat you get out of your typical gas stove) and hot fresh brewed black coffee... a meal fit for a king and queen!
We lounged about the boat most of the morning Maria reading her book and yours truly writing the latest entry. Morning gently moved into late morning and we started to think about lunch (perhaps we are hobbits and donīt really know it). We had a couple of steaks that wouldnīt last much longer sitting in the "ice box" and being the frugal cruiser types that we are, decided that a nice rib steak for lunch would be a good idea... by this time, the winds had picked up a bit, and while not uncomfortable, certainly too windy to fire up the barbeque. Fortunately, there is always more than one way to get things done... I fired up both burners on the stove, turn them up as high as they would go (more or less) and heated up the griddle while I prepped the steaks... a bit of freshly ground salt and pepper would do just fine. Prepared a nice salad; romaine lettuce, kalamata olives and artichoke hearts with a bit of red wine vinegar and extra virgin olive oil... yummy! (especially with the bottle of red wine... remember, we have 3 cases to go through!).
After lunch, we contemplated our mid-afternoon snack... actually, we decided to inflate the tender and head to the beach. The process went fairly well. Maria and I took turns at the pump (really should have gone for the electric one!) about 30-45 minutes later, we had it inflated on the foredeck and now needed a way of getting the darn thing in the water. Now this puppy is heavy, a bit over 100lbs, so you canīt really just pick it up and toss it over the side... wait a minute, perhaps you can? Well, at that point in time, I didnīt think of it, so I proceeded to set up a sling attached to a spare halyard, to hoist the tender over the life lines and gently lower it into the water... you got it.
The process resembled something akin to putting a cat in a bathtub... the tender was all over the place reaching out and grabbing every shroud, stanchion and innocent bystander it could... it was not going to cooperate! Eventually, we not so elegantly, shoved it tail down over the rail and into the water... in the end, it worked, but we obviously need to work on our technique.
We loaded up the cooler with water, grabbed our PFDs (personal flotation devices), a beach towel and headed to the beach. Oh, did I forget to tell you that the instructions on the outboard warn you of death and/or serious bodily injury if you simply clamp it to the stern without drilling holes and attaching it with bolts... who knew and where the heck was I going to get a drill now!
So it was row, row, row your boat... about a mile and a quarter to the beach... actually not as bad as I thought it would be, I think I had the wind and current with me! We had a great time just walking the beach collecting shells and stones for our soon to be "sea shell and stones" collection.
It really was one of those moments where you sit on a bench on a beach and realize that the best things in life truly are free (ok, more or less free). Having enjoyed our time ashore, (except for a little incident involving a "Good Humor Icecream truck" and me having forgotten to bring money) we got back in our little tender and headed back to Rocinante as she bobbed gently at anchor... "a bit to your right"... "now a bit to your left"... "hold it, hold it"... I zigged and zagged my way back... ok, so my rowing skills need some work as well, bottom line, I got us safely back aboard Rocinante and started to contemplate dinner. (definitely hobbits!) The evening called out for linguine with Clam sauce and a nice cool white... down to the cellar I went (figuratively of course) and came up with a nicely chilled Chenin Blancī... perfect!
The results were less than perfect, no fresh garlic and onions... who was in charge of provisioning?!... oh, that would be me... oh, well, it was none the less edible. Our evening meal was made that much more enjoyable by a group of sailboat brethren that slowly made there way out of the nearby marina. They came to great the setting sun slowly ghosting along... a solemn, silent procession of sailboat silhouettes against a crimson sunset... it was spectacular. As the sun finished itīs evening performance, they all slowly pirouetted and disappeared into the darkness around the point.
It truly was a sight to behold (pictures coming... I promise)
I finished off the night with a glass of port and a cigar... thoughts of Control Point Solutions going through my head (donīt think so!)
We called it a night... and slept better than anyone has a right to.
Till next time,
Carlos & Maria
SV Rocinante..._/)
Link to sunset picture
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/svrocinante/SunsetSailors.jpg
Readings:
| Pressure | 0 |
| Wind | 5 |
| Temp | 86 |
