A little bit of
Genoa up. Drop my drive leg down and lock it, It acts the same as a
drogue, I do have a
drogue on board but never used it, The drive leg does the same but with out any effort involved,
Drop my centre board fully on the windward, side, That keeps me basically in a straight line,
But it does take me a long way off course which I have to make up the next day, adding extra miles and extra time to my journey,
Then go to sleep in the
salon, But sleeping is not some thing I do easily, Knowing that a ship can come over the horizon and be on top of me in 20 minutes or so,
I did have my
radar set up and recalibrated in Bundaberg, But a ship went past me 150 yards to my rear,
I had the tiniest dot on my
radar, which was a 30,000 ton container ship, So I just didnt trust it, after that I turned it off, and the
alarm was set, but it didnt make a sound.
I admit, I know nothing about working a radar, Thats why I had it set up for me,
Turn it on and it does its thing, Hahahahaha, waste of time and
money,
Totally Unsafe to rely on some thing that doesnt work, or work properly,
There does come a time when tiredness, adreniline, emotion, and any thing else you can throw in there, does run out,
Then your physical and emotional state does become a
safety hazard to you and your vessel,
After 6 days, 3 on the nose in 4 metre waves, and 6 metre waves almost beam on,
I decided I was past it, and headed for a safe place to
anchor or moor tied to a pier,
From 40 miles out in the Tasman, I decide to cut across at 45 degrees and
head for Port Macquarie, Thats the best angle I could sail at with out 6 metre waves crashing beam on over the boat,
Missed it by 12 miles, I was too far south of it, 4
knot current running south, waves about 5 metres,
wind howling, 7 knots on the
motor, I was going backwards, south instead of north,
So then I headed for Forster, almost didnt make that one either, Hahahahaha
But the bloke in the VRS at Forster guided me in, The
wind had changed again by then,
It was going north and I was going south, still in the 4
knot southerly
current and 4 or 5 metre waves on the nose again,
My
depth sounder was giving 7 feet, That was scary, the paper
charts said I was in 300 or 600 feet, depending on the floor of the ocean,
I went on the paper
charts and hoped they were accurate, I could just see the lights on land, two were light houses and one was a town, which I got off
Google maps on my computer, I was about 5 miles off shore,
One group of lights was Forster which I was headed for, I knew where I was, I had my position on the
GPS, The auto pilot was driving,
At least my passenger who was crook as a dog, seasick for the last 6 days and was inside the
salon trying to sleep,, so she wasnt giving me extra grief to worry about,
But she did help by talking to the VRS bloke, leaving me to drive the boat. he did spend about 6 or 7 hours on the blower talking me into Forster,
I arrived there about 2-30 AM coming into the inlet with about an 6 or 8 knot out flowing tide,
GPS was spot on getting me into the centre of the inlet, I had the
diesel flat chat, 3500 revs, I was thrashing the daylights out of it,
I was doing 1.5 knots going up the inlet, It felt like it was stationary, I was watching the rocks on both sides, and didnt feel like I was moving,
The
dinghy davits had snapped off in all this, and I had to tie the
dinghy and the
davits back on the boat with ropes,
Thats not an inlet you should use at night, But I was stuffed and knew it, and there was no where else to park safely due to the bad
weather, and my total ignorance of that coast line,
I also had a passenger and her
safety was a very great concern for me,
The VRS bloke was excellent in all this, He did a marvellous job, and I thank him greatly,
After turning hard right after the rock wall and not going into the swimming pool there, and following the lights on the right, it looked like a river I was going up in the dark, I found the wharfe and tied up to it,
At that time, I did have 7 days sailing left to get to Melbourne, Being realistic, I knew I wasnt going to make it,
I was going to fall to pieces, sooner or later, so I took the safe option of landing,
I was too close to land and in the middle of the north south
shipping lanes, so sleeping was totally out of the question,
My passenger could not keep awake long enough to be on watch, and being sick as well,
Lack of sleep, is my biggest and most difficult part of
single handing,
Far Out in the ocean with no traffic, well away from
shipping lanes and land, wasnt a problem, I got by with little sleep,
Theres more to it, but I couldnt be bothered writing it,
Cheers,
Brian,