Clark April 10th, 2007
April 9, 2007
Posición 50º11′ Sur, 74º49′ Oeste
Isla Topar
Ridiculous Moments in Sailing, Part 1:
Today I thought I’d be real tricky and get a line around a tree without even using the dinghy. There was deep water right up to the wall, with a few promising trees sticking out. I nosed Condesa in, ran up to the bow, checked it all out, and it seemed do-able.
I got my longest shoreline ready to go with a loop tied in the end, and nosed Condesa in again. There was a merciful pause in the williwaws. I poked the line around the tree with the boat hook, hooked the loop and pulled it back. Ha, I’d done it. I just had to pull the looped end back and run it out so that both ends terminated on Condesa, then I could just slip one end when it was time to go.
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Clark April 8th, 2007
April 8, 2007
Puerto Mayne
51º18′ South, 74º04′ West
I’ve been having a terrible time keeping up with my position reports with the Armada.
I’m really in No Man’s Land now, so VHF is useless and the only hope is the HF radio. At 8AM and 8PM, the designated check in times, Puerto Montt Radio comes on the air and about fifty fishing boats give their positions in a fast, intimidating, truncated, vernacular Spanish, and I consider myself a fluent Spanish speaker. The only reasonable thing to do is to let them all finish, then those of us with training wheels can give it a shot. The propagation is horrible too, so my data ends up being relayed by some fishing boat. Whether the correct data ever arrives, I cannot say.
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Clark April 7th, 2007
April 7 2007
51º36′ South, 73º56′ West
Caleta CONDESA
I discovered my own caleta.
I’m not sure about the one a week or so ago, but this one is mine, all mine. It’s a good one too, a circular basin with a narrow entrance, mud bottom, good depth, surrounded by tall trees, and protected from all winds except due south. It’s on par or better than many of the ones in the book.
All I have to do is pass on the data to Giorgio and Mariolina, wait another six years for the third edition of their book to come out, and there on page 533 will be Caleta Condesa for all to see, and I will be famous. Until then I’ll just have to self-promote, talk it up among the yachties: “Say, on your way down, did you happen to stop at CALETA CONDESA?”
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Clark April 7th, 2007
April 6, 2007
52º53′ South, 73º42′ West
Caleta Columbine
I thought the water tanks might be running a little low by now, so I connected the hose between the awning and the fill pipe to collect (the ever-flowing) rainwater. Many gallons of pure Patagonian rain would be filling my tanks. In the morning I saw that about five thousand Patagonian sand flies had ended their lives on the awning during the night. Why? I thought, be a man, there can’t be that many flies that actually went down the hose into the tank. The very first glass of water I got from the faucet had a dead fly in it.
Spent twelve hours at the helm today, and logged over 50 miles. I ended the day with mild hypothermia, my hands frozen to the wheel. I just penned an article about high latitude preparation, in which I discussed proper clothing in detail, and there I was wearing a damp cotton t-shirt as my first layer. And I got my gloves wet.
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Clark April 5th, 2007
April 5, 2007
52º40′ South, 73º46′ West
Puerto Profundo
The kink worked and I finally got out of purgatory.
I had anchors up and got under way at the very first light, and it was a good thing because I just made my nineteen miles when I got shut down by thirty knot headwinds. At the same time the Armada announced that in the Boca Occidental it was back up to fifty, gusting to eighty.
What a horrible place for weather. There is an Armada station on one of the Islas Evangelistas, in the Boca Occidental, and apparently the weather is so consistently nasty that they have real problems supplying the post and exchanging personnel. They just can’t get boats out there. I’d rather round the Horn a dozen times than sail in this mess. At least at the Horn you’ve got some sea room; in the Boca Occidental there are boneyards at every turn.
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Clark April 4th, 2007
April 4, 2007
52?55′ South, 73?46′ West (STILL stuck in the same place)
Number one reason for being stranded by myself on a boat in one of the most remote places in the world (I’ll skip 10 through 2 because they all have to do with bodily functions):
#1: Full volume, a cappella solos of show tunes, any time, anywhere, day or night, and I don’t even know the words.
It’s getting pretty nutty out here. Cabin fever, I tell you. Sometimes I step into the cockpit and scream at the top of my lungs. There’s no one to hear me and my scream is just carried away by the howling wind. Ranting about Chilean politics, it’s like my boat is my own ‘compound,’ and to defend it I must start my own ‘militia.’
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Clark April 3rd, 2007
April 3, 2007
52?55′ South, 73?46′ West (still the same place)
I think this is about the worst storm I’ve ever been in. It hasn’t blown less than 50 knots in over 48 hours, and a lot of that time it’s blowing 70-ish. I can’t tell the difference between rain and spray anymore, but some kind of water, fresh or salt, is always being blown in great sheets over my boat. The Boca Occidental of the Straits of Magellan is open to the full force of the Southern Ocean and the seas are getting unbelievable. Thank God I’ve got my little peninsula to protect me from the seas, but not the wind. No end in sight. I go crazy.
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Clark April 2nd, 2007
April 2, 2007
53?13′ South, 73?21′ West
Caleta Tamar
The fiesta started at about midnight last night.
I let out all the chain on the main anchor, then put out my 75-pound storm anchor on a second 300-foot rode, with the two anchors in a V-formation. We’ve been hanging on like a cat on the curtains ever since.
It’s been blowing 50-70 for 18 hours now, but of course the williwaws blow much harder than that. Lots of rain, sometimes hail. The hail was especially fun when I was putting out that second anchor: nothing like hail moving at 70 knots. It’s amazing how routine this kind of thing is becoming. It didn’t raise my blood pressure at all: I just knew I had to get that second anchor out to be secure and to get any sleep.
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Clark April 1st, 2007
April 1, 2007
I can’t think of any April Fools gag that wouldn’t give my parents a heart attack, so we’ll let that one pass.
I have crossed the Boca Occidental. I just need to round one more little islet, then I make my big turn to the north and I’m out of the Straits of Magellan, out of the Fuegian canals, into Patagonia, and back along the contiguous American continent, which is nice, so if things go wrong I can just walk home.
The weatherfax was looking the worst I’ve seen it in weeks. It’s one of those weather bombs where a Horn rounding could be deadly, yet looking out into the Straits at about noon it seemed reasonable. I upped anchor, went out, and had the most mellow day on the water I’ve had since I left Puerto Williams. I figured I’d just turn back if it got nasty. The barometer is crashing and all signs are for a storm, but here I am on the other side. Maybe the fiesta will begin tonight.
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Clark March 30th, 2007
53º18′ South, 73º00′ West
Caleta Pardo, Straits of Magellan
Radio officer of big ship, with thick Indian accent: Sailing vessel in the Paso Tortuoso section of the Straits of Magellan on westbound course, this is the bulk ore carrier Norwegian Basket, do you copy?
Me: This is the sailing vessel Condesa, go ahead.
Radio Officer: Are you in distress? Do you need assistance?
Me: No, no, I’m fine.
Radio Officer: Your boat looks in trouble. Very much water is on your decks.
Me: Yeah, well, I’m going the wrong way into it.
Radio Officer: I should say! You look more like a submarine! Are you sure you don’t need assistance?
Me: No, thank you, everything is fine.
Radio Officer: I will monitor channel 16 and you may call if you need anything. Good luck and Godspeed to you, Sir. This is Norwegian Basket clear.
Me: Thank you, this is Condesa clear.
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