I am on the road again, on my way down to San Francisco. Yesterday I loaded up my beautiful new and very yellow pickup truck (bought at a bargain price - probably because there are very few macho truck-driving types who want a rubber-duck-yellow vehicle) and headed south. It was a beautiful, clear, crisp day as Quackers and I drove over the snowy pass past Mount Hood and on down to Bend.
Last night I stayed with Molly Mac (mother of Hawaii Mariya) in La Pine. We are hatching a plan for me to do a presentation here in May as a fundraiser for Search and Rescue. It was minus 11 degrees Fahrenheit here last night (minus twenty-four degrees Celsius) but we were snug and warm in front of the woodburning stove.
Today I am heading back out into the cold and the snow (grateful that I have four-wheel drive) to drive down to Chico in California where I have a meeting with someone I met through my old Oxford college - we will be discussing my environmental message for the Pacific row: drawing attention to the issue of plastic debris in the world's oceans.
I am working on an approach involving various nonprofits and government agencies, with the goal of using the publicity around my row to raise awareness of this large and rapidly-growing problem. The plastic debris doesn't just kill wildlife and contaminate fish and shellfish - it fundamentally alters the ocean ecosystems which will ultimately affect the health of the entire planet.
Can I save the planet? Of course not. But through my rowing I can do my bit to help.
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This is extremely inconvenient. The high tide is at the wrong time of day.
July is the best time of year for me to row out from San Francisco across the Pacific, as the prevailing winds then sweep me along the coast rather than onshore, but I had hoped to make the most of a strong ebb tide to shoot me out of the harbour like a ball out of a cannon.
This could add up to 5 knots (or about 6mph) to my boat speed - a significant difference when I usually move at a sedate 1-2 knots. There is an important safety issue here -the extra speed would help me get quickly away from the coast before the wind comes along and shipwrecks me on the shore.
So I took a look at the tide tables for July. The best ebb tide is on 2nd July, two days after the full moon. The drawback is that the tide turns at the unsociable hour of 1.25am, with the maximum flow out of the harbour occurring at 5am.
I had fondly imagined a grand departure under the Golden Gate Bridge, accompanied by a flotilla of rowboats and yachts and (obviously) throngs of media. Leaving at some godforsaken hour of the night is a less mediagenic prospect.
So I have to choose: a faster, safer departure at night, or a departure spectacular during the day? Or maybe I should have a big party and, like a solitary newlywed leaving for honeymoon, launch myself off into the darkness at the party's end...
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Wishing you a very Happy New Year!
The crew of Jangada spent New Year in a really pretty anchorage in Tenacatita with about 20 other boats. One of the boats organised a 'raft-up' - we all assembled in one place in our dinghies and lashed them together to create a floating platform. Everyone had brought drinks and finger-foods which we passed around between us. We celebrated the New Year at midnight 'Zulu Time' (the nautical standard time, same as Greenwich Mean Time) which was 6pm local time. A lot easier than trying to raft up in the pitch dark - although it was a glorious near-full moon so in fact it wasn't too dark at all.
Then we went back to Jangada for a slap-up dinner, and lay out on the catamaran's trampoline (the webbing between the two hulls) to watch the midnight fireworks from the resort on the beach.
After three long days at sea we're now back in Nuevo Vallarta. We're due to fly back to Portland tomorrow, but it all depends on whether the sale of Jangada is going through. If it is, we may need to stay an extra day or two to pack up everything from the boat. But I'm keen to get back to get on with writing and Pacific preparations. Six months to go, and so much to do!
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Two bits of very good news. First, my bags have caught up with me in Mexico so I am now reunited with my hiking boots, new running shoes, heart rate monitor, and other less important things. I am relieved that I won't be spending precious time going shopping to replace everything, and also that I won't have to climb Kilimanjaro in brand new hiking boots.
Second, as of today, Sedna has been liberated from the grasp of Customs in the Port of Miami. Some very kind people in Florida have pulled out all the stops to retrieve her before I incurred any more storage charges - people I've never even met before. Daniel is the brother of Josh who works at Windsurfing magazine where Eric is a regular columnist. Their kindness in giving up time, effort and gasoline to help a total stranger is very much appreciated.
Now all I need is someone willing to drive her from Florida to San Francisco. I'm pursuing various lines of enquiry, including advertising on Craig's List, but if anybody knows a possible volunteer do please let me know. I'm willing to pay $600 plus reasonable expenses for fuel and accommodation en route.
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