Author: Pam
Today is the 12th day of the passage and the original estimated date of arrival, that was before the lack of wind and of course those ever present pesky currents. It is 2200 and I am once again on watch. We are approaching the Australian coastline on the current waypoint and will be 15 miles off the coast when we make the turn to head south toward Sydney and hopefully ride the EAC like the big turtles in "Finding Nemo". There isn't much to report today. The forecasted low pressure system did not appear and we had light winds once again, we are still motor sailing. We are in a big fat high (BFH) system and the wind is being sucked away by a low pressure system over New Zealand. It has been a very interesting and definitely different passage. We are happy the weather Gods have been gentle out here in the Tasman, but we were looking forward to sailing.
The day went by quickly for some reason, but I am not really sure why. We have definitely been on passage long enough to get into some semblance of a routine (when we are not walking on the walls), which has included projects from our never ending To Do list. We spent some time organizing and filing the rest of our manuals for all of the gear on board this boat. The fishing pole was out again today, but even "the log" lure (affectionately named by Scott) didn't do the trick. He said it was for catching Tuna which I of course support, but it looked big enough to catch a small whale. So, back to those familiar fishing scores, Fish 3 Starship 0.
We received an email from one of our Kiwi friends the other day with another colloquialism to add to the list posted on May 10th, definitely worth sharing. Thanks Fiona! "Dags - you are correct about the poop - dags are the ends of wool around the
nether regions that collect poop and form into clusters like grapes - sheep are dagged between shearings to avoid fly strike (say no more on that issue) and the dags are sent off to the mills and this wool is scoured and woven
into socks (the heavy working men's type). But in the summer when the dags
are dry and the sheep run they clatter = hence the colloquialism
Rattle your dags! Which means hurry up!"
I will sign off for tonight, I am off to play scrabble with my computer opponent Maven, who cheats, but I am still winning.
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