This Blog is our mother's logs from her sails aboard Jofian. Our mother, Clare Holt, wrote a log every day and after her first sail to Mexico, she bought a laptop to write and save her logs. She sailed when the World Wide Web was first created, there was not as much on the Internet back then, no Wi-Fi, Internet access was very limited. I know if she were sailing today that she would be putting her logs in a Blog, so I am doing it for her. Mom’s logs to Alaska are on saillogsalaska.blogspot.com.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Wednesday, August 9, 1995 - Aruba
Roy worked on the cooling system again, and I paddled around. The weather forecast keeps saying, "East wind, 10 to 15," but it sure feels more like 20. Many times I had to paddle with all my strength just to stay in the same place, and sometimes I even blew backwards, but eventually I got almost to the WEB plant. Returning to the boat was a cinch; I didn't have to do anything but dip a paddle in the water occasionally to stay on course; Mother Nature provided the propulsion.
We took some pictures, and then Roy paddled around a while. After lunch, we raised the anchor and took off for Savaneta. This time, the engine ran much cooler, even though we went farther and faster. It only took us a little over an hour to cover the 4.2 miles to Savaneta. Roy still wants to reflush the cooling system before we leave for Cura‡ao, however. And we still need to buy additional diesel. So far, we haven't seen a fuel dock that has diesel.
The entrance to Commandeur's Baai at Savaneta is a narrow opening between two reefs, and there aren't any channel markers, but it was still daylight, so we got in okay. We sure wouldn't want to come in here in the dark. There are supposed to be range lights, but we didn't see them.
This is the loveliest anchorage yet. There are attractive homes along the shore, there are people and docks and small boats, the wind isn't as strong, and the water is much calmer. We don't rock and bounce the way we did at Eddie's place.
We paddled around a little while and then ate supper. There was the most glorious sunset! The reds and crimsons were unusually bright. Towards Venezuela, we could see flash after flash of lightning. The air here is so delightful -- cool, pleasant, caressing. It's too bad we have to leave.
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