Straight Of Juan de Fuca or as captain endearingly refers to it, Juan de Puke-a
The boat has been rolling non stop for nearly 8 hours. The crew are all miserable in bed. I managed to eat a few eggs and take an ibuprofen. This is the first positioning where I’ve had cramps while being sea sick at the same time which is not something I would recommend to my fellow lady sailor. Even though I’m in a daze and half asleep, I chatted with Hector the engineer about the politics in Venezuela and Nicaragua over breakfast, as I tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
It’s only 9am and we have twelve more hours of this.
2 days of positioning into Portland via the Pacific & the Columbia River. Crossing the bar they told us to have our life jackets ready just in case.
i was honestly scared but we ended up surfing the boat into the river fairly smoothly.
i stayed in the dining room & played about 8 hours worth of card games with the few sturdy stomach crew, while drinking hot tea and taking lathargic naps due to the rolling waves.
We docked in Portland at 08:00 and cleaned the boat and I ran into town at 13:30 to grab a cup of coffee with one of the crew members and we talked about life & family and our parents getting ill & we both cried. We then spent the next hour running around searching for a pharmacy to get toiletries for the crew.
The boat has been nonstop with arduous labor and no rest in sight. In hood river watching kite boarders and eating oranges by the beach. I feel a mix of emotions; exhaustion, lethargy, flirtation and jealousy. I also feel a bit left out since I won’t be staying on board, everyone keeps their guard up because your not wanted in. I’m not one of the permanents. Lifers. I’m sure they get exhausted seeing people coming and going.
Captain got a mysterious love letter & after I read it we decided it was a little weird & spent ten minutes in the bridge trying to figure out who it could be from.
i do miss the smell of the boat and drinking black coffee and eating fruit while exchanging stories of travel & adventure with strangers that share the same spirit as you.
i misss the boat lingo, military time and fire drills.
i love working out and taking showers after a long days work.
a coal train whizzes by “clickity-clack, clack, clack” against the backdrop of the mustard idiling plains of the PNW.
Cleaning cleaning cleaning. My body hurts. I average around four hours of sleep per night. I’m forgetting where I put things on board, and what the date is. I tried to do today’s crossword but i couldn’t muster enough mental strength.
Eating expired cookies from the bar cupboard and occasional vodka sodas after 11pm.
Working out late at night, most every night, even though I’m past the brink of exhaustion. Jumprope. Weights. Squats. Ballet.
Yesterday I listened to the Nez Perce tribe speaker and was beyond exhaustion from a remarkably inefficient turn day. I helped out until the guests came on board. I was so exhausted from the last few weeks that I was delirious. I spent the night off listening to Luke read my blog aloud and he made fun of my writing and I didn’t care and went to bed in a happy mood.