Post 53: Le Mal de Mere

~Jen~

I daydreamed about buying a sailboat before I’d ever stepped foot on a monohull. There was just something in my bones that told me that my nomadic tour leader lifestyle, which had me crisscrossing the country and living out of the back of a van, would translate well to living small on the water. In fact, it was more than a dream, it was the goal, the next step, what I was going to do with my life once I finally traded in my life on the road.

Then, while JD and I were on a whale watching tour way up in Nova Scotia, off the coast of Cape Breton Island, I watched my sailing dreams get hurled over the side of the boat along with my breakfast.

What the f*ck?

 

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JD – Not a Puker

Up until that time, I had no idea that I was prone to le mal de mere. Maybe it was a fluke? I wasn’t going to let a little vomit get in the way of my dreams. I figured, I’d either get my sea legs or I’d lose a little weight. It was time to put on my big girl PFD and go for it.

Well, a fluke it was not. Now that we have our own sailboat, I’ve had quite a bit of time to experiment with this notion. Inside the Bay, no problemo. Leaving the Golden Gate, I’m at a 50% puke rate, especially if I step foot belowdecks. So, I’ve been searching for a remedy. Lord Horatio Nelson is rumored to have said, “The best cure for seasickness is to sit under a tree.” Well, that just doesn’t quite cut it for me.

 

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Motorsailing back to the Gate – Jib out, motor on.

I have to admit that I don’t like taking any kind of seasickness medication. It can turn me into a zombie that sleeps for 14 hours, especially if I add any alcohol to the mix. And gosh darn it, I like a celebratory drink at the end of a long day of sailing. So, I have been reluctant to turn to pills… until last weekend. I took the smallest amount of Meclizine I possibly could (6.25 mg) early in the morning before we headed out underneath the Golden Gate Bridge. Long story short, we found ourselves battling an ebb tide with wind waves as we headed back toward home. We were rocking and rolling. With the wind at our back but the tide pushing against us, it was a wild ride at 1.5 kts speed over ground. And where was I?  Down below, hanging with Ruby, eating smoked oysters and sauerkraut.

 

That’s a win in my book.

Post 49: Gaining Independence

~Jen~

Per usual, I’ve been a slacker on the blog front.  So, I’m going to combine a couple of boat adventures.

Father’s Day- Sunday, June 21st

Rather than spending money on stuff (aka gifts) this Father’s Day, we decided to spend time on a new experience.

Our trusty crew Brad Johnson joined us once again for a big first– sailing in the Pacific Ocean.  It’s quite fitting as Brad was also around for our first adventure aboard Gone Tomorrow. Although we felt slightly guilty stealing Brad away from his family on Dad’s Day, we couldn’t have been happier to have him along.

Out with the Tide, Motoring Under the Bridge

Don’t get me wrong, I love learning to sail in the San Francisco Bay but seeing the same loop over and over again can get a bit monotonous. We made the decision to get up early to leave with the tide; we motored the heck out of our boat, heading for the Golden Gate Bridge. This way we could spend more time beyond rather than taking hours sailing just to get to this iconic landmark.

Brad Enjoying the Adventure

We motored out all the way to the last channel marker before hoisting our sails.  With 3 foot swells at 15 seconds apart and light winds, we put out our full mainsail removing our double reef.

It. Was. Glorious.

Wing on Wing

Sunshine on our faces, the breeze in our hair, we all fell in love with sailing just a little bit more this past Father’s Day.  We sailed all the way back in under the bridge, before having our asses handed to us in a “welcome home” gesture from the Bay.  Lesson learned, we need to reef prior to heading under the Bridge unless we want to see our toe rail under the water. I mean, what would a day on the Bay be without a teachable moment from Mother Nature? All in all, it was a successful, enjoyable, exciting new adventure; we can’t wait to head back out.  Half Moon Bay is calling our name.

Sailing Back into the Bay
Sailing Back into the Bay

Independence Day- Friday, July 3rd through Sunday, July 5th

Let’s Celebrate


Our buddy Graeme just finished sailing his Cal 25 from Baja to Panama and flew back to the Bay Area on July 3rd.  We figured this was a perfect excuse to gather friends to celebrate his return as well as our country’s independence. We rallied the troops from Pacifica to Reno in order to join our celebratory mission.

It was a fun filled weekend including time playing at the beach, dragging anchor, rowing folks from the boat to shore and back on Chloride, watching fireworks mostly covered by fog, drinking a bit of Wild Turkey, eating ribs, eating chicken, eating fresh guacamole, eating, eating, eating…

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The Men of the Galley

It was great to learn that S/V Gone Tomorrow can comfortably sleep 7 as long as those 7 folks don’t mind close quarters, don’t care about showers and really enjoy each other’s company.

The Independent Crew

A special thanks to Graeme for inspiring the weekend as well as to Raine, Devon, Steve, Anne, Sam, Ashley and Greg for joining in the fun. Also, I feel the need to confess a failed Scurvy Cure attempt of the Oh Say Can You Sea. Great name, gross drink. Luckily all escaped without the Scurvy.

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