0900 - Up from a nap, Charles and I sip a cup of coffee. He has been really great - baked a loaf of bread coming up the river - and has done most of the cooking except for my dogshit and maggots which was really good with a hard boiled egg. The wind a steady 15-18 now and we fell that the genney has been a good test for the rigging but maybe should shorten down to make the motion more comfortable... As we are saying this glancing up at the mast we notice the starboard lower shroud curled up around the spreader! Charles brings us up into the wind and I have the main and Jib down in record time.
As we lie ahull we discover the toggle has sheared where the turnbuckle attaches, we swap on from the mizzen and clamp it with clamps. I notice and tell Charles that the forward stays seem awful loose, we discover thenthat the forward lower has pulled up from the deck about ¼" Not much to say, we have to go back. We come about on a port tack, putting no strain on the bad side, and set course for Placencia, to recooperate and decide what we will do.
We pass thru the cut silently under sail at 6 knots, it is exhilarating even with our troubles, I have dreamed this a million times. Into the lee and flat water silently zoom, the water gurgling under our keel. I pick out the spot where "Aphrodite" once sat in another adventure, and drop the hook into Belizean water.
Not an hour after we arrive so does Edward D Rohan, but in the intense heat of the afternoon the harbor and Placencia seem erreily deserted.
As we lie ahull we discover the toggle has sheared where the turnbuckle attaches, we swap on from the mizzen and clamp it with clamps. I notice and tell Charles that the forward stays seem awful loose, we discover thenthat the forward lower has pulled up from the deck about ¼" Not much to say, we have to go back. We come about on a port tack, putting no strain on the bad side, and set course for Placencia, to recooperate and decide what we will do.
We pass thru the cut silently under sail at 6 knots, it is exhilarating even with our troubles, I have dreamed this a million times. Into the lee and flat water silently zoom, the water gurgling under our keel. I pick out the spot where "Aphrodite" once sat in another adventure, and drop the hook into Belizean water.
Not an hour after we arrive so does Edward D Rohan, but in the intense heat of the afternoon the harbor and Placencia seem erreily deserted.
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