Gone Coastal (part IV)

08:10

As soon as the excitement of spotting the California Grays dissipates, Ed and John are dispatched to the foredeck, opting to click onto the jacklines so they can safely peer into the thick fog. Eleanor scribbles in a notebook as she asks me to confirm my wobbling course.

“Three five zero.” In an attempt to make it so for more than a few seconds, I aggressively push the wheel to port as we hit the trough.

“What’s the wind direction?” she asks without looking up from her writing.

I look at the wavelets and answer, “West north west.”

And as if she does not need to see, she asks, “What’s the wind wave height?”

“Less than a foot, but we have some pretty big rollers.” Read more