What a frustraing and exhilarating 24 hours! Overnight we had to hand
all sail and motor directly into the wind and sea - very
uncomfortable, especially for the girls up forward in the twelve-
berth. This mornng for morning brief we had Georgie's re-telling of
that famous salty-sea dog story, "son of a gun", complete with Horto
and I as the (very) ugly babies!
Fortunately, the wind has now backed into the North East and we are
making 11 knots under a full press of canvas direct to Cape Rienga,
the northern tip of New Zealand. All things being equal, we should
hear "Land Ho" from the upper top some time tomorrow.
Now a word from Youth Crew Member Mel, who turned 23 today at sea...
Wow it's my B'day and i don't think I'll beat it for a long time.
I've spent the day heaving and pulling setting and furling sails and
practising tacking the ship. I was even the celebrity tack caller,
basically (with help) I told the whole crew what to do to turn the
ship's bow into the wind. Yesterday we swam in the ocean, beautiful.
To top it all off I have just climbed down from the foremast after
hanging around 23 meters above the water on the topsail yard arm
helping the tie up the furled topsail. If you don't have a clue what
I'm saying don't worry until couple of days ago I only dreamed of
doing these things. I'm tired and sore and at times wet but I
wouldn't be anywhere else. This really has been the trip of a life
time and theres still loads to go.
...And Boydie says hello to Mum, Dad and Lee....
Until tomorrow, Shipmates,
Lieutenant Commander, RAN
STS YOUNG ENDEAVOUR