Two weeks of adventuring up the spectacular northern New Zealand coastline with fair winds and calm seas and now heading back to base camp through big swell and strong gusty winds.
All three girls are sea sick and Anthony is coping only because he is busy sailing. I make a good crew member in these rough seas, not through having good sailing skills except for the lucky trait that I don’t suffer from motion sickness (I’m sure I will at some point). Today I’ve been passing buckets as required, making the requested refreshments, winching, steering, taking photos and videos and writing this blog post!
We’ve spent 14 consecutive nights at anchor, which is quite an achievement. Each night you can guarantee that you will not wake up in the same place that you went to sleep. You’re confident that the new place will be an equally safe spot somewhere around the circle whose centre is where you dropped the anchor, but with each creak, slap, bang and whoosh and with every big gust of wind you wake up with an uncertainty that eats away at your previous confidence. Can you work out what the noise was and convince yourself it was OK or do you need to go outside and check the landmarks, again? While I’m still lying there trying to work it out, Anthony has already gone outside and checked! At the start of the trip he was checking every few hours each night, but after a couple of nights with 40 knot wind gusts, not much sleep and the anchor still holding us perfectly, we could all sleep a bit deeper on the subsequent calmer nights.
Now we’re back at the marina, our ‘home’ after a holiday. We get to shower (tolerating long stints between showers is another useful ‘sailing skill’ that I possess), wash clothes, replenish supplies, hang out with friends and sleep in a boat that feels almost as still as a house. Until the next adventure and the next anchorage …