In the present situation I am resorting to a flashback in the quest for interesting material to blog about. At breakfast a few minutes ago I was gazing out of the window at the breathless fog/smoke toxic atmosphere outside. It has settled in here with a vengeance. And each day the weather man or gal push back in time promised relief. It’s the classic quagmire.
In that act of gazing I flashed back to a similar situation I encountered years ago. In 1974 or 5 I got a chance to sail from Hilo, Hawaii to San Francisco. I was aboard a 55 foot schooner that I had help build and rig off and on for a couple of years. Our voyage, there were six of us on board, took 26 days to get to the Golden Gate Bridge and we sailed 2600 miles.
Traveling northeastward at some point we had to get through the doldrums or horse latitudes that separate two major bands of winds the Trade Winds and Westerlies. It is where one set of the Doldrums occurs, this transition. We got caught there for three days in the quagmire of that.
I am reliving it in my memory at the moment. The boat was literally dead in the water. Zero wind and there was a constant slow swell of the ocean that caused the boat to rock back and forth for three days. Pieces of gear and parts of the rigging banged constantly with this rocking. Normally when the boat is underway the rigging and everything is silent because the wind holds everything taunt. This constant banging, night and day, starts to drive you crazy.
Why does this remind me of today? It is a so similar feel of no progress of being dead in the water and waiting and waiting. We the people that thrive on progress cannot stand being “dead in the water”. At least that is what I am seeing.
There was a redeeming memory of that long ago time that I am savoring now. We got the idea to fish. I lowered a hook and line over the side with a quarter can of DAK canned lunch meat as bait. We had piles of these cans aboard that we had bought somewhere for 8 cents a can for emergencies. Looked like bait to me. I did manage to catch a maybe twenty pound Mahi Mahi on that handline, bloodied my palms. We feasted on that and it was the start of more fishing adventures to come.
We eventually were able to catch some wind also and continue toward California. It was a trip of a lifetime like the Camino. And a great flashback for me today. What is the takeaway?
fishy loves, Felipé.