Hilton Head Island: GANNET’s circumnavigation days sailed; What?!!

Yesterday I was asked how many miles GANNET sailed during her circumnavigation.  I knew I had added up her daily runs to a total of about 30,000 and thought I had posted that, but in running a search of this journal cannot find it and it is not recorded in the passage log on the main site.  Finally I did find the Pages document and to be precise the number is 29,989 nautical miles.  I record day’s runs as the straight line distance between noon positions.  Obviously when I tack or gybe or otherwise deviate from the straight line I sail farther over the bottom but that is too complicated to keep track of, so 30,000 miles for GANNET’s circumnavigation is less than the actual distance she sailed.

Studying the list of her daily runs caused me to wonder about how many sailing days her circumnavigation took, so I added them up.

I began the circumnavigation on May 20, 2014 and completed it almost five years later on April 29, 2019.  However as you will see I sailed little two of those years.  In 2015 GANNET remained on a mooring in New Zealand’s Bay of Islands because I had to have physical therapy due to an injury to the rotator cuff in my left shoulder and because the Bay of Islands is my favorite place in the world to have a boat; and in 2018 when we bought this condo I sailed up from Marathon, Florida, where the little boat then was, and kept her here for the year.  During her time in the Bay of Islands I sailed GANNET locally and during her year here at Hilton Head Island I sailed locally and also up to St. Michael’s, Maryland, and back; but I don’t count those as part of the circumnavigation.

Here is the breakdown.

2014  San Diego to Bay of Islands                    56 days

2015  in Bay of Islands                                         0

2016  Bay of Islands to Durban                          96

2017  Durban to Marathon                                  80

2018  Marathon to Hilton Head Island                   4

2019  Hilton Head Island to San Diego                46

Total                                                                    282

That total may be a few days off due to partial days at the beginning and end of passages.

By comparison my first circumnavigation in EGREGIOUS took 202 sailing days which was then the world record for the fastest solo circumnavigation in a monohull.  The record now is about a quarter of that.  My fifth circumnavigation in THE HAWKE OF TUONELA took 191 sailing days.  The EGREGIOUS voyage was completed in less than twelve months.  THE HAWKE OF TUONELA in eighteen months.  Obviously I am slowing down with age.

This is the forecast for the marsh next Wednesday.  I don’t know when I am ever going to get out of here.

Hilton Head Island: just add water; a fast climb; the end of the universe

 

I took a few more things down to GANNET yesterday afternoon and arranged stowage on the v-berth.  Other than putting on board last minute items, GANNET is ready to sail.  All I need to do is add water.  Inside.  There is already ample water outside.  I will carry thirty gallons in six 5 gallon containers.  Two of them are rigid jerry cans I used during the circumnavigation.  Four collapsible containers such as I used when sailing CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE.  This is far more water than I need, so I will be extravagant and when I reach warm enough temperatures even take solar showers.

However I am stalled.

I have little confidence in long range forecasts—and I consider long range to be more than seventy-two hours—but I have been downloading GRIBs for more than a week and checking other weather apps, such as Windy, Apple, WeatherChannel, WindFinder Pro, and a new one, Sonuby, which I quite like, and there is considerable disagreement between them.  Above you see the European GRIB on top, the US below, projections for 7:00 PM EST Friday January 24.  Yesterday a departure next Tuesday or Wednesday seemed likely.  Now it doesn’t.  I want a favorable forecast at departure for forty-eight or preferably seventy-two hours and then I will adapt to whatever happens.  I do not see one in the next ten days.  

Of water I came across an article on the BBC site about how much water you need to drink?  According to recent research by the University of Aberdeen the amount needed is 1.5 to 1.8 liters a day.  That is almost exactly what I do on passages.  1.5 liters equals 0.39 of a gallon.  1.8 liters 0.47 a gallon.  I have long accepted a standard of a half gallon of fresh water a day, supplemented by other liquids, and on the GANNET circumnavigation repeatedly found that I actually consumed 0.37 a gallon of fresh water a day.

Now I know that most people are very, very busy.  I also know that they have a great deal to say because I see them constantly talking on their phones, even while walking dogs or riding bicycles, much less driving cars.  So it is clearly progress and a great step forward that someone has come up with a way to ‘conquer’ Everest without interfering with your busy and productive life.  So take a week off work, have an ‘adventure’, fly home and impress your friends, neighbors, and co-workers.  We are fortunate to live in an age of such heros.

This speaks for itself.

https://www.thetimes.com/uk/science/article/climbers-gas-could-help-you-rocket-up-to-everest-summit-8wbh8p3bg

I have sought meaning.  I have not found it.  As I have written here before from my experience and reading all I think I know is that consciousness resists unconsciousness and DNA imposes imperatives that it be transmitted into the future.  So we are in a universe vast beyond imagination and at present understanding. At least mine.  I came across an article about ways the universe might end that I found interesting.  Not an immediate concern, but perhaps you will too.

https://arstechnica.com/science/2025/01/not-just-heat-death-here-are-five-ways-the-universe-could-end/

Hilton Head Island: four death poems and another

Continued cool in the marsh—39 this morning when Carol went to play tennis a little after 8, but warming to 50 now at noon, sunny and cheerful.  Yesterday’s temperatures were about the same but with solid low gray overcast the day was gloomy and raw.

I am downloading GRIBs and checking other weather sources.  I am skeptical of long range weather forecasts, but if they can be believed I might get away next Tuesday or Wednesday.  As always I want to sail with at least a couple of days of likely favorable conditions and then I will adapt to whatever happens.

At present my two books of daily poetry are JAPANESE DEATH POEMS and the anthology, STAYING ALIVE.  A pleasing juxtaposition.  I have read both before.  I have books in my Kindle app arranged by ‘recent’ so when I finish one book of poetry I simply scroll to the bottom of the list and start rereading whatever is there.

The Japanese death poems are all very short.  Many are haiku.  They are presented not chronologically, but alphabetically by author, so the reader is skipping back and forth through centuries.  When known the date and age of the writer at his or her death is given.  I make it a point to read the names with the thought that for a brief instant a slight remnant of that person is still alive.  Here are two poems by Raizan who will also live again for an instant through you.

  

The Japanese poems reminded me of what William Butler Yeats wrote for his gravestone.  Some of you will recognize this from the photos on my main site.

And that led me to something I wrote in conscious imitation of Yeats at sea on EGREGIOUS on February 10, 1975, almost fifty years ago.

And here is an unrelated poem from STAYING ALIVE I believe I have posted here before.

Wishing you well from the marsh.

Hilton Head Island: colder

 

That was this morning.  Note the ‘feels like’.  I have said this is not real winter, but it is getting close and not going to improve much for a while.  The forecast for a week from today is a degree colder than today.  Pity the unfortunate people from the North who have come to the island for a winter break.

Hilton Head Island: frost; a delay; beyond GPS

A beautiful morning in the marsh.  Clear, sunny, Skull Creek a smooth silver mirror, and 34F/1C when I walked down to GANNET at 8:30 with a feels like temperature of 27F/-3C.  I was wearing a leather jacket, Polartec, and gloves and was not cold until I had to take my gloves off to open the combination lock on GANNET and go down below to disconnect the Evo battery I had left to charge overnight.  As stated in the owner’s manual Evo batteries discharge to around 70% when stored.  I do not know why.  Torqeedo batteries did not.  There was frost on grass and some plants and on the docks and GANNET’s mainsail.  It was colder yesterday when Carol’s 8:30 tennis was postponed because of ice on the courts.  Unheard of!  She was able to play at noon.

GANNET is fully provisioned.  I have yet to fill the water containers and properly arrange and tie down the bags in the forepeak, but I will not be sailing until at least January 19 and if the long range wind forecast is accurate several days later than that.  The reason is not the cold, although I would prefer to wait until our temperatures return to normal.  Highs on Hilton Head Island are normally 60F/5C in January.  They are presently running considerably lower.  I have good cold weather clothes of many layers from long underwear to two sets of foul weather gear and a dry suit.  I left for Panama on a January morning with a temperature of 40F.  However, I have just learned that I have been voted into the Moore 24 Hall of Fame and asked to participate in a Zoom call of the Moore Association’s end of year meeting January 18.  I have agreed.  I am particularly appreciative of this award because it comes from a group of sailors I respect and admire.  That it gives me reason to wait a bit longer for warmth to return is a bonus.

I thank James for a link to a video about what might be the next thing after GPS, quantum navigation.  I do not understand quantum physics.  I read about it from time to time and seem to know the words, but the concepts and principles are beyond me.  My first thought was that GPS is accurate enough.  After all I navigated my first two circumnavigations with a sextant and was satisfied to know that my position was within a circle of probability five miles in diameter, so knowing it within a boat length is almost miraculous.  I did immediately see the advantage of quantum navigation not being hackable, as GPS seemingly has been by governments, including probably ours, or attackable during war, and that it will work regardless of weather and even underground and water.  

I don’t expect quantum navigation to become the standard in my limited remaining lifetime, but maybe yours.

https://youtu.be/oSiLRadzYhE?si=uQwQf1hos-QZI_Lj

Hilton Head Island: a gale warning; provisioned; the purpose of lists; fragments

We have a gale warning.  As usual there are not gale force winds on this side of the island, but as you can see enough to make the Spanish moss dance.

I have said that the two parts of sailing oceans I most dislike are provisioning and dealing with officials, though I have provisioning down to a near science and I have in fact had few bad experiences with officials.  

Of officials, being jailed in Saudi Arabia is in a class by itself; followed in second place by an official in Panama when I sailed there in GANNET refusing to believe for three frustrating and irritating hours that I had sailed directly from Hilton Head; and in third the most invasive inspection ever in Fremantle, Australia, after a hard passage from Cape Town in THE HAWKE OF TUONELA.  Mostly officials have been competent and courteous, but sailors, particularly solo sailors, are likely to have had limited sleep the night of making landfall and dealing with bureaucracy is always tedious even when you aren’t tired and maybe wet.

Of provisioning I dislike the intermediate clutter.  I keep my boats in order.  GANNET is in order in what I call harbor mode and she is in order in passage mode, but during the transition between them she is not.  At this moment she is not.

Preparing to sail to Culebra is unusual because I already had most of my provisions, they were just divided between the boat and the condo to which I moved most of my freeze dry meals a couple of years ago when I wanted the condo to be prepared for me to be self-staining for at least two months in case of a major hurricane.

I had an enjoyable afternoon last Friday inventoring what was on GANNET.  The answer is a lot of cans of tuna fish, some too stale oatmeal and trail mix, a little protein power, and 29 freeze dry meals.  But I felt good preparing to go to sea for a while.  I have said that if it is less than a thousand miles I don’t consider it a sail, so by my own standards I haven’t really sailed since GANNET and I completed my sixth and her first circumnavigation almost six years ago.

I expect the sail to Culebra to take ten to fourteen days, but it could easily take more if I am slowed by too little wind, too much wind, or head winds.  I can top up on water and food on Culebra before the return, but I am provisioning GANNET for two months.  Actually more because I took two bags of freeze dry meals back to her from the condo and now have around 100 dinners on board.

Carol has driven me twice to supermarkets and a liquor store.  I bought six cans of chicken, three circles of Laughing Cow cheese, instant coffee, powered milk, three bars of chocolate, 16 small boxes of fruit juice, three packages of cookies, a box of Cheese-Its, a can of Pringles, two boxes of crackers, a box of Band-Aids, two packs of WetWipes, a box of Cabernet Sauvignon, a box of Sauvignon Blanc, 12 cans of Heineken O, a bottle of Plymouth gin, and, of course, a bottle of 10 year Laphroaig.  I already had oatmeal, trail mix, more protein powder, and various protein bars at the condo.  I also have had to take paper towels, Kleenex, and toilet paper from the condo.  Doubtless there are things I am forgetting to mention, but that is pretty much it and it is at this moment disorganized, some here, some on the boat whose interior is in neither harbor nor passage mode.  I will work on that tomorrow.  However there is no chance I will depart this week.  Perhaps next week though the forecast is not particularly favorable.  Like much of this country Hilton Head is having cooler weather than normal for January, though here that only means lows around freezing, not real winter.  I have no deadline other than being back for Carol’s birthday in late April.

A friend wrote about my keeping lists of workouts and books read.

Of workouts I started doing so twenty-one years ago because I found that I was kidding myself about how often I worked out.  That is not possible when I record each workout on the calendar in my computer and count them up each month.  When I totaled workouts a few days ago for 2024 I was surprised to learn that I did my weight workout only 49 times.  I thought it would be more like 70.  I am supposed to do that workout twice a week which would be 104 a year.  There are valid reasons not to do it, such as having stitches after two skin cancer removals and the hernia repair and our trip to the Azores, but they do not account for the slippage.  So I will try to be more diligent this year though I will lose maybe two months on the upcoming sail. 

Of the list of books read, I often find it useful to look back and see what I have read and when.  I started keeping that list in June 2009.  I am presently rereading the excellent AHAB’S WIFE by Sena Jeter Naslund.  I have forgotten much of it and find that I first read it in July 2013, so perhaps I can be forgiven.

From Ezra Pound’s EARLY POEMS:

From William Butler Years:

‘No Second Troy’ was written about Maud Goone, the actress and revolutionary, with whom Yeats was in love for years and to whom he proposed marriage several times and was rejected.

Hilton Head Island: year end accounting

 

I did my standard workout 115 times in 2024.  Once each month I did what I call the 100 workout in which I go to 100 in the first set of push-ups and crunches and 50 in the second and third sets.  In all as accurately as I can assess I did 9,855 push-ups during the year.  I did considerably more crunches because one part of my weight workout consists of 100 crunches with twenty pounds of weigh on my chest.  I did that 49 times during the year.

Books read July-December

I apologize for the differences in font.  The list extended over two pages and I could not keep them same size.

Of the books Zola’s NANA and GERMINAL are among his best.  THE SWORD OF HONOR by Evelyn Waugh is an excellent WW2 trilogy.  All three of the novels by John Williams are exceptionally good.  I, of course, enjoyed Tim Robinson’s THE STONES OF ARAN:  LABYRINTH.  THE ASSASSINATION OF JESSIE JAMES BY THE COWARD ROBERT FORD and THE PARIS HOURS were unexpected treats. 

The top image is a screen shot taken from iSailor showing the rhumb line from Hilton Head Island to a point just north of Culebra.  If you cannot read the numbers they show a course of 135º T and a distance of 1175 nautical miles.  From that waypoint I would have about 10 more miles to reach Ensenada Honda, the island’s main harbor, but there are good anchorages on the north side of the island were night falling.

I will soon be ready to sail, but as those of you living in the continental United States know we are about to receive a gift from Canada of Arctic air which will drop our temperatures to near or even below freezing.  I have sailed in such conditions before and may again, but prefer not to and will wait until our weather returns to something resembling normal.

I wish you all a fine 2025.

Denver, North Carolina: the ranch at the end of the world

Two years ago Michael and Layne and their trusty dog, Rusty, retired—actually Rusty retired much earlier—and moved onboard a Dodge van with a custom interior which they named with my approval, GANNET 2.  After a shakedown cruise around the United States they headed south, crossing the border into Mexico at Laredo, Texas, on September 25, 2023.  Fifteen months and 17,000 miles later finds them at the blue dot on the map, near 55ºS, overlooking Harberton Ranch at the end of the world, only 75 miles from Cape Horn.  To put this in perspective, New Zealand extends to 47S.  Tasmania to 44S.  Africa to 35S.  Life on GANNET 2 is similar to living on a boat, but unless they actually start floating her, the crew of GANNET 2 have no where else to go except turn back north.  Well done, Michael, Layne, and Rusty.

You can follow their voyage at:

https://conchscooter.blogspot.com/

(Denver, North Carolina is just north of Charlotte.  Carol and I are visiting her family for a few days.)

Hilton Head Island: why Culebra?; Man On the Inside; Maria; lucky

I have been remiss.  Not the first time and certainly it won’t be the last.  I thought I had mentioned here before the previous entry that I intend to sail to Culebra in January, but in checking back I find only that I said once in November that I hoped to be at sea two months from then.  A couple of readers have asked “Why, Culebra?’   I have answered them but think the information might be of interest to others.

There are several reasons.  

Culebra is a good distance from Hilton Head Island.  About 1200 nautical miles along the rhumb line.  I have written that I don’t even consider it a passage if it is less than a 1000 miles, so by my own standard I haven’t sailed anywhere since GANNET and I completed my sixth and her first circumnavigation five years ago.  There is no consistent wind pattern on this coast, so it should take about two weeks each way.  Long enough I hope so that I settle into the rhythms of the sea.

I have stopped at Culebra on two of my circumnavigations.  I found it to have a good harbor, a beautiful anchorage at a nearby small, uninhabited islet, Culebrita, and to be quiet, uncrowded and unspoiled, unlike the U.S. and British Virgin Islands which have long been overrun by bareboat charterers and cruise ships.  I hope it has not changed too much and according to the island’s tourist site it seems it hasn’t.

https://culebrapuertorico.com/

Another advantage is that Puerto Rico being peculiarly part of the U.S. I don’t think that sailing directly from Hilton Head to there I have to clear in or out with officials.  I submitted a question about this to the CBP website and after several weeks got a completely useless response, so I will go to the Customs office in Culebra when I arrive and ask.

And it will be relatively simple for Carol to fly down and join me for a while, either by her flying or taking a ferry out to the island or my sailing the twenty miles to the east coast of the main island of Puerto Rico where there are several marinas.

We have recently watched two exceptional entertainments on Netflix.  One is an eight part series, Man On The Inside, starring Ted Danson as a man who is still understandably unsettled a year after his wife died of Alzheimers, and the other the movie, Maria, in which Angelina Jolie portrays Maria Callas in the last days of her life.

Man On The Inside is set mostly in a retirement home in San Francisco.  I don’t believe it will appeal to the young, but to anyone beyond the first flush of youth, it deals with aging with humor, intelligence and sensitivity.

Here is a review which I cannot improve upon.  Carol and I enjoyed the series greatly and hope there is a season two.

https://www.forbes.com/sites/erikkain/2024/11/22/a-man-on-the-inside-is-one-of-the-best-netflix-shows-of-2024-and-ted-danson-has-never-been-better/

Maria, too, was unexpectedly better than we anticipated.  The film has some flashbacks, but takes place mostly in Paris when the then 53 year old Callas no longer has the voice thought by many to be among the greatest ever.  Among the flashbacks is one in which Callas’s mother has prostituted her two teenage daughters to German soldiers during WW2.  I did not know that but conclude that there must be some truth to it or the scene could not have been included in the film.

Here is a review of the movie with which I agree.

https://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/maria-angelina-jolie-netflix-film-review

I have written that I do not consider myself lucky, but Man on the Inside and Maria have caused me to rethink that.  

A vast amount, perhaps everything, of what we are is set at the moment of birth and totally out of our control.  Where we are born.  When.  To whom.  And what we get from the genetic lottery.  

Health and control of your own time are the greatest wealth.  

There is strong evidence that I got exceptionally good health from the genetic lottery.  I have had control of my own time for the past fifty years.  Consider Callas who lost her defining gift around age 50.  I often think of Reinhold Messner, three years younger than I, and arguably one of the greatest mountain climbers ever, who physically can no longer climb the highest mountains.  What would that be like I wonder?  Great athletes grow old young.  Their exceptional skills erode quickly and the careers of few extend into their forties.  Yet at 83 I can still sail to even the greatest capes and write and love Carol.  So I correct myself.  In some ways Webb Chiles is a lucky man.  He claims no credit for that.  It was chance.

Hilton Head Island: enisle; some work; a death bed poem and a poem about a death bed

 One of the many virtues of reading in the Kindle app is that when you come across an unknown word you can touch or click on it and usually get a definition.  A few days ago I came across enisle which was new to me and found it means ‘isolate on or as if on an island’.  The example of use given is:  in the sea of life enisled, we mortal millions live alone, a thought I have expressed elsewhere in this journal.  I am enisled.  I am charmed by the word.  It would make a good name for a boat or a book.

Here part of the poem, which is long and titled To Una who was his wife.

The marsh weather has been lovely and I have done some work on GANNET each of the past few days.  The Pelagic is completely removed.  Holes filled, sanded and painted.  The new stern light installed using some of the wiring I had run for the Pelagic.  Life lines tightened.  The mainsail raised to see if it would lower easily with the new thicker halyard.  It does.  Various bits and pieces used or leftover from the projects properly stowed.  I still have to inventory food and have the bottom cleaned, but I will be ready to sail for Culebra sometime in January.  I am very much looking forward to that.

The death bed poem was written by Kaga no Chiyo, a woman who lived 1705-1773.  Death bed poems are a Japanese tradition.

The poem about a death bed was written by Robinson Jeffers 1887-1962.

I just remembered that I may have written my own death bed poem a half century ago at sea on EGREGIOUS.  I had not thought of it for years, but was able to find it in STORM PASSAGE.  It includes double meanings of ‘senseless’.

                wind and waves of torment cease 

                to become a poem of this senseless voyage