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Repairing a Reindeer in Torshavn

Time Altered?
Torshavn, Faroes
Monday, July 5, 1976
 Reindeer's 1976 Transatlantic Crossing
Blog Entry #26

Phil Parish reattaching the repaired pulpit.
When an accident happens, life is supposedly altered...or is it? Certainly, if our head-on collision had not occurred, the events of the next day would surely have unfolded quite differently. But who is to say that the best laid plans of mice and men are supposed to unfold flawlessly? Who said life is supposed to meet expectations? What if an accident or two are actually part of life's grand master plan? 

Reindeer in Torshavn
Initially, I felt the remaining time in the Faroes was altered by the accident in a number of ways. Not only did the crew have to spend some time and energy fixing the damage, but also we had lost opportunities to explore and sight-see. More than anything my view of Newbold had changed; he had made his first tactical/nautical mistake (wow, in close to 3000 miles) and, according to my impression of him as a competent skipper, he wasn't allowed to make any mistakes. So my impression of our skipper took a hit. But I gradually realized this perception was my problem. Newbold hadn't changed. I had! Soon I started to question myself and my role in the accident and then why I had elevated him to an infallible status and placed him on a pedestal. While at first I thought our time in the Faroes had been altered and we had lost valuable time we could have been doing other things, but then I realized that all the events had unfolded as they should have. Newbold had been amazingly competent in his navigational and skippering skills for 99.99% of our trip. He had, after all, lead us 3,000 miles across an open ocean through four major gales with 70 knots of wind, and we were not only safe, but we were sea-soned sea dogs. I realized I needed to cut him a break. He was entitled to be human just like anyone else. What had really changed now was my own perception of time and events.

A young boy climbs over one into into another.
"The sail to Torshavn introduced us to the fierce wind-driven currents of the Faroes. Although the tide does not have a high rise and fall, the currents, mostly driven by wind, are fierce. We made it to Torshavn around supper time on Sunday the fourth and proceeded to dock near the center of town."

~ p 104; Newbold Smith in Down Denmark Strait

"Torshavn, compared to the rest of the Faroes, is a cosmopolitan place. While the population is only twelve thousand , the activity there suggests a city twice that size. We saw several foreign vessels in the harbor and a continuous hustle of people both in town and on the waterfront. One of the incongruities that met the eye was a sod roof on a prominent downtown building. This an old viking practice, usually seen only in country houses, where it provides insulation. We had errands to take care of, but the bent pulpit would have to wait until the next day, when the machine shop would open."

~ p 105; Newbold Smith in Down Denmark Strait
The lifelines are slack while the pulpit is repaired.
Terry Lloyd and Newbold tend to other matters while I take photos.
"Monday was a bright and busy day. Phil and Orlin got the pulpit fixed at a machine shop, and Henry Lane and I shopped for fresh food. I called home to make everyone know we were on schedule. When Phil and Orlin returned with the reshaped stainless steel pulpit, they brought with them the owner of the shipyard  Pail Mohr, who does all kinds of repair work, mostly on fishing trawlers. He insisted on giving us this repair job free of charge. I couldn't imagine an American shipping yard treating a visiting Faroese with such generosity, but I could be wrong. The Danish high commissioner also stopped by to say hello and couldn't have been more cordial.

~ p 105; Newbold Smith in Down Denmark Strait

Up the street from the harbor where Reindeer is located
a couple strolls below a sodden roof.

Phil was Mr. Handy-Man....up in the rigging tightening the spreaders.
Guillemots piled on the dock for an evening feast. 

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