Rainbows - one in the sky, one on my Voyage logo
17 Dec, 05 - 19:50
Latitude: 25° 39' N
Longitude: 24° 32' W
Miles from La Gomera: see http://www.atlanticrowingrace.com
Miles to Antigua: 2083
Miles in last 24 hours: 9
I awoke this morning to the sound of silence. No roaring wind, no crashing waves, no rain hammering on the cabin roof. Could it be real? I opened the hatch and peered out. Oh happy day.
I'd gone to bed last night in a thoroughly bad mood. Surely other ocean rowers had endured worse things than a couple of days of bad weather, so why was I not handling it with greater stoicism and fortitude? I was convinced I'd underestimated the scale of the challenge, or overestimated my ability to handle it. So I'd stomped off to my cabin (as much as one can stomp in a distance of 3 feet on a violently pitching deck), had cancelled all night shifts, and hoped that life would look better in the morning.
It looked as if my prayers had been answered. It has been a glorious day of rainbows, light breezes, and plentiful sunshine to power my solar panels. The watermaker was back in action this afternoon, and the jerrycans are now replenished. I had enough electricity to run the iPod for the first time in days. I was able to dry out clothes that had been draped damply around the cabin, making the walls stream with condensation. There has been the occasional downpour, but even those were quite welcome, cooling my skin and providing water for my sprouting chickpeas.
So all in all we were shipshape and bristol fashion, I put in a solid if unspectacular day's rowing, and life seemed to be on the up and up.
Except that as of 5pm Sid the sea anchor is out partying again - seems to be a regular Saturday party night for him - while another big low blows over. Apparently it's unlucky to get a big low in this part of the Atlantic at this time of year, and to get two in a week is unheard of. Once again the Atlantic Rowing Race fleet sits and waits.
Devil take the hindmost
Apparently I have overtaken two pairs, so am no longer coming last. But it's a marathon, not a sprint, so anything could yet happen...
Wind: 3 kts for most of the day, now too windy for me to stick my head out the hatch to check the instruments in case I get a soaking
Weather: bit of everything
Sea state: flat calm most of the day, now rough
Hours rowing: 6
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Riders on the Storm
16 Dec, 05 - 19:59
2544.260N,2423.199W,0M
Latitude: 25° 44' N
Longitude: 24° 23' W
Miles from La Gomera: see http://www.atlanticrowingrace.com
Miles to Antigua: 2092
Miles in last 24 hours: 28
Two oars down, two to go
Oops, broke another oar. It was about 3am last night, and I was doing battle with some unpleasantly large waves. One particularly malevolent wave broadsided me and my down-wave oar got caught under the boat. There was an ominous cracking sound.
In daylight the damage doesn't look too bad. The oar is still useable. But I'd better be more careful in future because I can't afford for this attrition rate to continue.
The sea state hasn't improved during the day. This is 48 hours now I've been fighting to get south, but the wind and the swells are conspiring to push me north. All I can do is mitigate the rate of northward drift. I could put out the sea anchor but I'm still making useful progress westward so I'm reluctant to do so. Hey ho, maybe Miami is nice this time of year.
I know the ocean is impartial, but there are times when I can't help feeling it's out to get me. Since breaking a second oar, when I see a particularly large wave approaching I now adopt brace position - hands down towards ankles, so my oars are as high in the air and as far out of harm's way as possible. But just once in a while there's a rogue wave - a wave that hasn't read the bit of wave theory that says waves just go up and down - they don't actually march across the water. These rogue waves definitely move laterally, and they mean business. They come at you like an express train, and often from a totally unexpected direction. Sneaky so-and-so's..
These difficult rowing conditions are taking their toll on morale. My moods today have been as up and down as the waves, and about 1000 times today I've wondered why this ever seemed like a good idea. I know though, in my heart of hearts, that it will all be worth it in the end. But these are testing times.
Wind: 17 kts, ENE
Weather: dark clouds, rain and wind this morning, sunshine this afternoon, now stormclouds and rain
Sea state: rough
Hours rowing: 10
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Squelch!
15 Dec, 05 - 20:11
Latitude: 25° 38' N
Longitude: 23° 51' W
Miles from La Gomera: see http://www.atlanticrowingrace.com
Miles to Antigua: 2120
Miles in last 24 hours: 29
Rowing conditions have been horrendous. Driving rain, gusting winds and enormous waves.
Fortunately I've been elsewhere. I've spent most of today walking the streets of New York. Not literally, of course, as I'm in a small boat somewhere in the eastern Atlantic, but in my imagination - what Ranulph Fiennes calls 'mind-travelling', which he does on his polar treks to keep his mind off whatever agonies he's currently putting himself through.
It's a technique I'd discussed with my old friend Briony Nicholls, who was number seven to my stroke seat when we rowed for the Oxford Lightweights in 1989. Bri is now training to be a sports psychologist, and we had a number of useful conversations about how I would deal with stressful or unpleasant situations during the row.
So today I took to visiting one of my 'happy places' - my old Manhattan haunts from when I lived in Greenwich Village for 15 months in 2000-2001 with my then husband. I adored the place, and have spent much of today meandering around galleries, stores, coffee shops, cocktail bars, blues clubs, restaurants and nightclubs, conjuring up the tastes and textures of sour cream apple pie, margaritas, sushi and BLT's, doing some imaginary Christmas shopping (surely the best kind), ice skating in Central Park, and generally enjoying festive New York.
When not in New York, I've been practising another psychological technique - giving myself a pat on the back, and some words of encouragement. A bit of self-adulation has a marvellously restorative effect on the spirits. I've been praising myself to the skies for being tenacious, determined, disciplined etc, for carrying on rowing when any sensible person might have retreated to the cabin for the day. The best thing about this technique is that the worse the conditions get, the more I can praise myself for my tenacity.
So all in all, feeling rather smug and self-satisfied this evening. Having said that, I wouldn't mind needing to be a bit less tenacious tomorrow, i.e. it would be nice if the weather improves. My hard-earned calluses are peeling off, and I'm more likely to suffer from trench foot than sunburn... I also need some solar power pronto so I can run the watermaker before the water situation becomes critical.
Wind: 15 kts
Weather: dark clouds, rain and wind
Sea state: rough
Hours rowing: 11
Thought for the day: In each of us there are heroes - speak to them and they will come forth.
(thanks to Rachel Smith for these words)
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14 Dec, 05 - 20:42
Latitude: 25° 46' N
Longitude: 23° 20' W
Miles to Antigua: 2149
Miles in last 24 hours: 36
It's chucking it down. If you've been envious of my blue skies and sunshine the last couple of weeks, take consolation in the fact that the weather here tonight is filthy - big waves, gusting winds and pouring rain. Dinner was a rather somber affair - a hasty ready meal gobbled down while I cowered in waterproofs in a corner of the cockpit - a sad contrast to last night's glorious sunset and triumphant home-made (almost) prawn curry.
I'll take the high road...
A few people have queried my choice of route across the Atlantic - a very valid question. Broadly, there was a choice between:
1. a Great Circle route - the shortest route in terms of miles, and so named because if you were to imagine a circle around the globe around its widest part (assuming for now that the earth is a sphere), intersecting the place you're coming from and the place you're going to, then your route would be a segment of this great circle...
or
2. Trade winds route - the traditional sailing route, which involves heading south 'until the butter melts' and then heading west across the ocean. This is a longer route - probably by about 400 miles - but seeks to take advantage of the usually reliable trade winds that blow from east to west across the mid-Atlantic.
Both options have their pros and cons. I was given advice by all and sundry - varying from a world-renowned cartographer to a drunken Irishman in the marina in La Gomera. Although I don't get to see the Woodvale map of how the crews are progressing, I gather most of them seem to be going for the trade winds option, while I'm on the Great Circle route.
The ultimate reasoning behind my choice? A fairly arbitrary decision, really, loosely based on three reasons:
a) the trade winds apparently start further north than usual this year, owing to the Azores High also being further north
b) I'm lazy and fancied the shorter route
c) Sedna seemed to want to go this way.
Only time will tell whether my gamble has paid off... Which brings us back the thorny question of who exactly I am racing against. Just as I had made the decision to return to my original concept and row this my own way, happy in the knowledge that provided I get across I win the solo female class, I found out today that I've gained some ground on the back of the race fleet and could be back in contention.
We shall see. But racing or not racing, the priority remains to get across safely and enjoyably.
Wind: 15 kts
Weather: overcast and squally
Sea state: rough
Hours rowing: 11
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