The Canary Islands
Fortunately We Are On the Dock in Tenerife

Leaving the Canaries

Regarding that last post (rant)I feel like such a witch-with-a-B. Many cruisers do enjoy the Canary Islands, and if your from Britain, and don't want to live all winter in the cold, then I'm sure the Canary Islands are a wonderful retirement option. Brilliant!

That was bitchy, still. Dang it. My apologies to those who love the Canary Islands. When we cross again to visit the Azores, we'll be better cruisers in the Canaries. I promise.

We are safely at sea, having set out only an hour later than planned, but leaving 15 hours earlier would have been optimal. There's some nasty weather heading down into the Canaries and we have been plotting our course to get beyond a certain point west and south ahead of the 35 knot winds and lumpy seas. This isn't a major storm, and the winds aren't going to be on the nose, I'd just rather not experience them. EW, my captain, believes everything is just fine and I'm sure he's right. We set a plan and we're working the plan, just as intended. I just want to be south and west of the Canaries and making our way across the Atlantic with the trade winds.

La Luna is doing fine. The auto pilot is doing the work, and we hope that tomorrow will be sunny and windy and let the solar panels show their stuff. Tonight I have pork loin roasting in the oven with potatoes and onions, and broccoli ready to steam in a pot on the stove. Like all starts, I get to have the first night watch from 1800 to 2400. We both need our sleep.

Yesterday we prepared the boat for an evening departure, and planned to hoist the dinghy and motor and finish the deck work when we returned from our trip to town. However things took longer than we intended and we would not have been able to make everything fast before dark. EW elected to wait until morning, and I respected that. Unfortunately I had already made up our comfy sea bunk, a process that involves lowering the dining table, removing all the cushions, installing the lee cloth, replacing all the cushions, adding two for the table top, and then moving our entire mattress system from our queen bed to this long double. The extra width of the mattress curls up against the lee cloth and provides cushion when we are heeling to port. (The settee cushion provides cushion when we are heeling to starboard.)

EW told me not to bother to take the bedding back to our stateroom, saying that we could have a cozy night.

Ninety-five per cent of the time we fall asleep entwined. (I know, overshare.) Sometime in the night we separate. Entwining was lovely on the cozy bunk. Separating proved to be impossible. We bumped into each other. We twisted. We entwined again. We dozed and woke and dozed and woke. Finally, sometime after 0200, I remembered our wedding night. We hadn't planned an immediate honeymoon as Favorite, then 10, was with us for the summer and many loving family members and friends had traveled hundreds of miles to be with us. At the last moment, EW decided we needed to get away for a night and got tickets on the Scotia Prince, the ferry that ran from Portland to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia. He wanted me to see what it was like to be truly at sea.

We had fun, but the last minute tickets resulted in a room with bunk beds. On our wedding night. Sometime in the wee hours I told him, "I love you, and will forever, but not in a twin bed," and moved up to the top bunk. Last night, I climbed out of our sea berth, grabbing my pillows and the extra blanket. "Where are you going?" asked EW. "Just over here to the settee." It's not quite as wide as a twin bed, but it's plenty long enough and I had much more room there then I did with EW in the sea bunk. We slept.

Remembering voyages past, and our wedding over 29 years ago isn't a bad way to start our second Atlantic crossing together. The Harts are once again at sea.

I send this shortly after 0700 UTC on Tuesday November 26. We are located at 28 degrees 47.79 North and 015 degrees 34.66 West. Made your pies yet?


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