Surtsey - World's Newest Island

Without any fanfare, Reindeer departed Reykjavik on a misty, low cloudy day. As we motored out of the harbor, I felt the ambivalence of returning to sea. On one hand, I was excited about the new sights, experiences and adventures that lay ahead over the next horizon. On the other, I could rarely escape the memories and images of our 10-day rollercoaster endurance test.

Drying Out a Reindeer

After finally having rediscovered the pure joy that soap and hot water afford in a prolonged fresh water shower, I felt reasonably cleansed and human again. While I didn't garner the greatest sleep on the hotel floor, I had at  least experienced some semblance of slumber without some huge cold waterbed splashing under me tossing me around like some hot potato while I was trying to catch some shuteye. On that count, I felt relieved.

Movements on Iceland

I am choosing to describe Reindeer's crew's next twenty four hours ashore in Reykjavik as musical movements. Having the least possible similarity to any Beethoven or Mozart concerto, my comparison should cast no aspersions on these great composer's concertos. My comparison only seems apropos for two weak reasons. 1. the word "movement" had other relevant meanings. Their music would have created the necessary background contrast if someone in 1976 could have filmed those hours beginning with the crew's getting off our saddle sore-butts off riding Reindeer until our returning aboard the next day.

Reindeer in Reykjavik

As Reindeer approached mainland Iceland and civilization, I remember feeling awed by actual land ahead, huge mountains looming in the distance and a foreign port on the horizon. I felt exhausted, but I was so energized that I couldn't sleep during my off watch time. And then almost suddenly, I realized around midnight something had changed.

Birds Fascinate

“As we still ascend from shelf to shelf, we find the tenants of the tower serially disposed in order of their magnitude: gannets, black and speckled haglets, jays, sea hens, sperm-whale birds, gulls of all varieties -- thrones, princedoms, powers, dominating one above another in senatorial array; while, sprinkled over all, like an ever-repeated fly in a great piece of broidery, the stormy petrel or Mother Cary's chicken sounds his continual challenge and alarm.” 

― Herman Melville, Encatadas

First of Four Gales

At 26 years old, I had almost no reference point. I was too inexperienced to know better....or worse!  To fully comprehend the challenges that lay ahead of me. There was no jumping overboard or escaping this wild bronco. We were heading to our destination, but we were also heading into a series of major storms. Facing this obstacle was my growth opportunity. How I responded would be my personal test.

We Were Smoking!

On our second day after leaving St. John, winds and seas start to build for our next 9-day close-hauled passage. As we heeled more, jib changes became more and more necessary as waves added pressure on sails, sheets and halyard.

Orcas and Russian Sightings

Approaching St. John's, Newfoundland after 5 glorious sailing days, I remember feeling ready to reach a destination. Ready to get my feet on something solid. Ready to step ashore and feel grounded. But I did not know enough to get ready for what lay ahead. 

Newport to Newfoundland

Our week-long close-hauled sail to Newfoundland was blessed by cooperative cold front: 20-25 knot northerly, gusty dry breezes.  From Breton Reef, Rhode Island, Reindeer made its way along the New England coast through the Cape Cod Canal, 150 miles offshore from Maine, then passed Nova Scotia and Sable Island to St. John, the most easterly point of North America. With the late May air hovering in the 50-60 degree range with clear skies, our crew felt energized and optimistic, especially when we learned the forecast was favorable the whole 5-6 day leg to Newfoundland.

Newbold's Dock Walk

At a restaurant on the docks not too far from the Newport Yacht Club, I joined Newbold, his family and some of the crew for a "departure" dinner.  The excitement and anticipation were palpable as our departure was the next morning.  Smiles all around as most of us were giddy with anticipation.  The day had finally arrived and the next day we set sail for Newfoundland. As the Smith family, friends and crew members well-wished and toasted to our good fortunes, Newbold reminded us that there would be no drinking aboard until we set foot on dry land.  No one really knew when that was so all freely imbibed in celebratory libation, even our skipper!

Re-Riding Reindeer

When I started my blog, I had been writing for years. But like any life made up of many versions, my stories have been collecting, unfolding and accumulating long before my sharing my sailing across the Atlantic on a Reindeer. Our sailing tales could never be just one story. There were many aboard and as many they all possessed a one-ness to them. My best retelling I could do was divide them up into thirty digestible chapters. I recently revisited, revised and republished these from my 1976 adventure. In an effort to reintroduce, repackage and re-present them into bite size portions, they tell more than the sum of their parts. For me, they tell about youthful naïveté revisited. About they were all a loss of innocence and a rite of passage. I went on this voyage to rediscover and heal my manhood.

Our Teacher, the Sea

Recently I hired a bi-linqual Floridian Latino to replace and install my boat’s new rudders. During a brief conversation with him in English, he suddenly announced he believed all Americans should speak English. Despite the fact that his native tongue was Spanish and he was speaking on his cell phone in Spanish, he believed English should be required for all Americans. This pronouncement sounded so ridiculous, I questioned about his reasoning. His answer was “so we could all understand each other.”

Raining Umbrellas

A foreboding sky, dark clouds on the horizon and 20-knot wind gusts speak volumes to sailors. Yes, but preparing for scattered showers, a drenching downpour or deluge, a monstrous  monsoon? Threatening weather is whether or not it is a sneak preview or a coming distraction.

Cormorant Lessons

Their seabird numbers may rival the prolific pelicans or seagulls. But it is their personality that gains my respect. Quietly confident, not showoffs or attention getters; they don’t have to make noise or play loud Latino music to announce their arrival. They fish with silent bravado. Their catch is a daily deed - not one that commands a photo opp. They hunt isn’t for some ego show; they don’t need to validate their talents. They need to come to the surface and blow up their chests for s camera. To them the sea is their source. Their  livelihood and sustenance. They may fly, but they swim for their food. No traps, nets, snares or hooks, their beaks snag their meals.

Wake Up!

Its 3:30 AM. I’m awake. It is dead calm outside. I slept on my Mystique last night. I slept through my mystique last night. It wasn’t until we came up on deck that our eyes really opened to the world around us. Every day is Earth Day.

Sailing with One Eye Open

When the wind drops, a sailor tweaks different controls on his boat to maintain speed and momentum. A loss of either could mean he will be unable to steer his craft effectively. Losing one alters one’s choices and one’s course. So what would be different from a one-eyed perspective? Maybe the result would be same, but maybe the perspective changes the way life is viewed?