Thursday, November 10, 2011
Gulf of Mexico N 30 21’ W 087 00’ to N 29 40’ W 85 16’ Anchorage
The morning routine was pretty normal – roll out of bed shortly after 6 AM. 6 AM boat time, that is. When we left Turner’s and Alabama we were on Central Time. But we would be soon passing into the Eastern Time Zone. Hugh wanted to keep the meal times and watch schedule as it was when we left Turner’s. So even though our cell phones, as smart as they were, tried to tell us it was an hour earlier, Eastern Time, we stuck to Central Time or boat time.
It was a morning of hearty oatmeal with plenty of raisins, apple and walnuts. Bill’s been putting peanut butter in his oatmeal for a little extra protein and Hugh and Andy have been eating cottage cheese with theirs.
“No thanks, I’ll pass.” I tell them.
We’ve been spotted by dolphins a couple of times. They know that boats, going fast enough, create a bow wake which provides them with a pressure wave that they enjoy riding. If we weren’t going fast enough they didn’t want to play, so they went to play elsewhere.
There really isn’t much more to tell you about the day and night as it was pleasantly uneventful. When one of us wasn’t on watch we were generally eating a meal or sleeping; according to the motto “eat and sleep when you can.” Terry and I would wile away our time by chatting about sailing trips and anything nautical, about other adventures we’ve done, swap college stories and what to get our spouses for Christmas. We both enjoy reading. I brought The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. In the time that it took me to read my one book Terry read six. Huckleberry Finn, Rising Sun by Michael Crichton, The Rebels by John Jakes, Don’t Know Much About the Universe by Kenneth Davis, and then borrow my copy of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. He then found and read at Turner’s Marina its sequel The Girl Who Played with Fire by Stieg Larsson. Terry generally reads a book a week. I could read that much but a lot of the time when Terry was reading I was cooking or writing and editing photos for the blog.
In the northeastern part of the gulf, there is a missile test zone that Terry and I sailed through. A couple miles south of us there was an Army helicopter hovering for extended periods of time over the water. We could see it was trailing a line out of its cargo hatch. We surmised they were doing something with sonar; maybe listening for subversive submarines or an even better story, according to Terry, is that they were looking for unexploded hi-tech missiles.
We thought we’d be sailing through the night but Hugh decided to bring us in close to shore and anchor for the night. We had made good progress and strong winds and biggesh waves were predicted. We set down anchor just after sunset and the 6 – 11 watch of Mike and Bill stood anchor watch. Assuming we hadn’t dragged anchor by 11 PM it was thought we would be secure and could sleep.
“If you guys want to be good sailors and check every once in a while, that would be well.” Hugh commented to Terry and me referring to checking our position to make sure we hadn’t dragged anchor.