Sockdolager sails out of Auckland in a spanking Southwesterly breeze.
Bye, Auckland! We’ll miss you!
Waiheke Island, New Zealand: We have “eventfully” circumnavigated the entire coast of Waiheke island (okay, it’s small) and are at anchor in Oneroa Bay, waiting for some funky weather to clear before crossing the Hauraki Gulf to Great Barrier Island, 40 miles to the NE.
Great Barrier has some excellent hiking trails and interesting ecology, not to mention loads of seabirds, so we’re excited to see it.
After 10,000 miles, our lovely tanbark sails remain in excellent condition. We can’t recommend highly enough the careful work of Carol Hasse and her crew at Port Townsend Sails.
To catch you up on the “eventful” part, we said goodbye to our good friends Stuart and Alison, whose Devonport flat we’d rented, and left Auckland’s Waitemata Harbor in the arvo (afternoon) of a blustery day. We sailed past our much-loved Devonport, waving at our friend Jocelyn, then whisked past dormant Rangitoto volcano and Motutapu Island, did two gybes to clear Motukorea Channel, and came thundering into Owhanake Bay under sail to meet our buddies Don and Deb on Buena Vista.
Along the way, a new method of navigation was invented.
Jim: A bit windy, isn’t it?
Karen: I want a chart in the cockpit for reference, but yeah, it’s awfully windy.
Jim: Why not use the cocktail tray? It won’t blow away.
Karen: Oh, brilliant idea!
The photo below may be historic, the first example in which “navigation by cocktail tray” has ever been successfully tried. Karen’s thumb denotes the boat’s precise location. You saw it here first, folks.
Time flies when you’re with Deb and Don. They are two of our favorite people.
First we hiked, then took a bus trip around the island, then beachcombed, after which both boats sailed up to Onetangi Bay to watch the annual horse races, a century-old tradition. More than a hundred boats showed up to watch and jammed the anchorage. We anchored our boats away from the action and took our dinghies to near the surf line, but later were invited aboard a finely-built, comfortable catamaran named Master Blaster. Mark has owned the boat for 30 years, and circumnavigated New Zealand’s North and South Islands in it. Here are the horses dashing down the beach.
And here’s the whole gang aboard Master Blaster. Gotta love that name.
But oh myyyy, the most exciting event of the day completely upstaged the horse races. There is a new class of amphibious boats called “Sea Legs,” that in the water look like boats with wheels…
…but upon reaching the shore, drop their wheels, switch from outboards to inboards, and become slow beach cars.
Forgive us for our slack-jawed amazement at these overgrown dinghies. We’ve never seen them before. You can buy one of these beauties for oh, starting around $140,000. Six of them, captained by teams of adrenalin junkies, raced a course that started Le Mans style, on the far end of the beach, then splashed into the water, pulled up the wheels and started the outboard, then roared around the turning buoys at 50-60 mph, then hit (literally) the beach again, started the inboard and sedately wheeled back to the start line. Twice. Boy, was it exciting. Here they are racing around the buoys.
Here they are hitting the beach.
Here they are going lickety-split past the spectator fleet, which suddenly felt awfully, awfully close. The problem happened at the first turn, when the lead boat banked too steeply and nearly flipped. It didn’t flip, but the co-pilot was thrown clear, landing in the water right in front of 5 oncoming speedboats. The Coastguards went into action and alerted the fleet, the crewmember climbed back aboard his boat, and the race continued. Big sigh of relief.
These boats go so fast that they swamp themselves when they slow down suddenly in shallows to engage the wheels. Here’s one boat swamping itself…
…followed by a second, which threw up so much spray that neither boat was visible for a few seconds. These boats were about 50 feet from us.
We think this was the first event of this type, and we bet it’ll be run a bit differently next year. There was definitely an out-of-control feel to it. But nobody got hurt, and it was fun, in a slightly scary way.
Time to dial back the adrenalin. Sockdolager and Buena Vista continued on, sailing east in company in light winds. Here’s Buena Vista after she passed us (well, she IS 46 feet long.)
Ahhh, a view from a bronze porthole is always good.
This beauty, a 55-foot Herreshoff Marco Polo schooner, sailed alongside us for awhile.
In Chamberlin Bay on Ponui Island at Waiheke’s east end we bid a sad goodbye to Deb and Don, who are going to Australia and leaving their boat in Whangerei while they get settled in their (new) home country. While anchored off a lovely vineyard at Ponui Island, we made the unpleasant discovery that no visitors are allowed ashore anywhere on the island, and signs warn that you will be arrested and prosecuted and fined a thousand dollars if you venture beyond the high tide line. So much for buying wine from that vintner. Time to move on. Pine Harbour, midway down the south coast of Tamaki Strait, was next, and a pleasant stop while a 35-knot front blew through. Walking to town, Jim decided to try the incognito look. Since no vintners came after us, we figure it must have worked.
Fast forward to now, and we’ve just had a good visit with Port Townsend’s own Kaci Cronkhite and her Waiheke-based friends Meriel and Jo.
And a laugh-a-minute reunion with our friends Mike and Karen Riley from Beau Soleil (see their cookbook on our book review page), along with two Kiwis named Mark and Phil, who are sailing their cold-molded sloop Icebreaker around New Zealand getting ready for offshore.
A fisherman on a 100 year-old launch stopped by and gave us a lovely snapper.
It was quickly converted to fish & chips, beer batter style.
Update on Windigo: On more somber note, an anonymous commenter (thank you) posted this note on our blog:
“…thought id let you know windigo has recently washed ashore by a recent cyclone where i live near coffs harbor Australia , traveled all that may i have no idea how far that navigation hazard has traveled , looks as though it has capsized and been battered about the mast has broken off and the stern has suffers some severe detachment and damage , probably on being wrecked ashore i suspect.”
He/she also provided this link to a video taken by New South Wales Police:
While it’s a sad ending to the all-round misery of this yacht abandonment episode, along with the extra expense the owners will probably incur in having it removed from that Australian beach, it’s also good to know that the derelict no longer poses a risk to other mariners. And while we aren’t pursuing this thought further because the answer will never be known, we cannot help but wonder what it was that our friend Rob hit between Fiji and Australia that sank his lovely wooden yacht. He never saw the object he hit because it was a dark night and Rob, a singlehander, happened to be below when he collided. As we’ve written before, there is a lot of stuff floating around at sea; some is flotsam from wreckage, other bits are jetsam that have fallen off or been thrown off ships (think “jettison.”) To add to it by not sinking one’s own boat when abandoning it and thus creating a floating hazard for several months along a major sailing route is unconscionable. Most experienced mariners agree on this one difficult thing: if you have to abandon your boat at sea, sink it.
A lighter note on a Waiheke beach: While wandering the tide line, we found a real live mermaid, surrounded by her ladies-in-waiting! They graciously allowed us to take a photo, then broke into giggles.
Time for some more wackily-named foods. Raise your hand if you’re a fan of bacon butties.
How about a nice mussel burger?
In New Zealand, eggs are commonly added to sandwiches. For example, you can get a McLamb at McDonald’s (or not, they’re horrid) garnished with a fried egg and slices of beetroot. Beetroot! AAAAA! Run awaaaay! The weirdest egg add-on we ever had was in Nuku Hiva, though, where the local pizza parlor dropped a raw egg in the center of every pizza just before putting it in the oven. Pizza with an eye, who knew?
An announcement: We’re coming home. It's been a fabulous experience to sail all this way in this tiny boat, and we've had a lot of fun, but we are ready to come home now, for many many reasons, not the least of which is homesickness. We wanted to make sure the arrangements were possible (putting the boat on a ship) before we let you know, and we have been successful in making them.
Maori tapa cloth
The heart issue does figure into our decision but is not the primary reason. It's under control with medication, but does go all floppy sometimes and makes me (Karen) a bit tired. All of our many reasons blend together to make this feel like the right thing to do. We look forward to sailing locally and spending summers in our beloved Salish Sea and northern waters.
We've been working with a shipping agent to book the boat as cargo on a container ship and then hop aboard the same ship ourselves as passengers, rather than fly home. The only one where we can do both will take us to Oakland, California, which means we still have 800 miles to sail Sockdolager up the California, Oregon and Washington coasts to Port Townsend. We’re not quite ready to end the voyage yet, and this would be a nice way to do it. Other shipping companies could take the boat closer, like Vancouver, but they don't allow passengers, and we'd be flying instead of having a nice 18-day cruise across the Pacific with our little boat on deck. You know how much we love a good story, so we're splurging on this watery option.
The ship leaves around May 18 and arrives in Oakland, California on June 6. We'll re-rig, visit with friends in the San Francisco Bay Area, and start heading north, harbor-hopping to see the places we missed going south.
Basically, shipping the boat involves welding a custom cradle, hauling the boat and lashing it to the cradle, then lashing boat and cradle onto a "flat rack," a container-sized base. The mast will be unshipped and stowed alongside the boat on the flat rack because it’s under 40 feet long. The whole assemblage is lifted onto a truck that drives it to the shipyard, and the ship’s cranes then lift boat, cradle and flat rack aboard and into a container-sized space called a "protected stow." The boat would be loaded last, and likely offloaded first on arrival. A marine surveyor will supervise the lashing and loading process. We will be snapping photos and reporting back to you on how all of this goes.
We've chosen Svenson's Shipyard in Alameda. Keep your fingers crossed for this all to work out! Although we are enjoying New Zealand and have more adventures in store, we are also excited about coming home. Two years away will be enough. Funny how things evolve.
Much love and many hugs,
Karen and Jim
A small constellation of sea shells