Appeasing the wind gods
We’ve finally gotten sunny weather! The rainbows above the horizon and the red tailed tropic birds overhead remind us that we’re quickly approaching the Hawaiian Islands.
Our bunks no longer smell like wet dog and we’ve all managed to dry some of our clothes. It’s been nice having non-pruney fingers and not getting drenched in the rain while steering during nighttime watch.
A few nights ago we assembled on deck for an impromptu wind ceremony since the wind hasn’t been in our favor. We need northern winds in order to sail east toward Maui.
While Rodrigo steered and Stiv chanted, the rest of the crew started banging on stainless steel water bottles, plastic buckets and metal pans. Shannon even played her harmonica and it was quite comical to see everyone rocking out on dishware in hopes of changing the wind direction.
The crew is anxious to take warm showers, eat fresh vegetables and Kelvin says he plans to kiss the ground the moment we arrive.
The first thing I plan to do when I get back? Go for a very very long run. And maybe down a cold glass of beer.