Nelson, New Zealand 1 Jan 2011 41.2603S 173.2810E

One year later – sure doesn’t feel like a year, well in truth it wasn’t a year – only 364 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes, and 46 seconds to your 365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes, and 46 seconds. So we’ve decided to backtrack across the dateline next year to try and recapture that lost day – time is flying fast enough as it is! So first of March we’ll be window shopping (weather window shopping), looking for the perfect fit for what we expect to be a roughish passage back to Tahiti.

Touching land this time had the added distraction of Christmas preparations, so I’ve not posted a thing since we arrived (safely) in Nelson. It’s an easy town to be in, all the amenities of a large city, with a small town vibe, and the most amazing Saturday craft and farmers market I’ve ever seen. Frank is not a big shopper, but there’s another “kid boat” (Stray Kitty) who arrived here at the same time as we did, and despite the fact that we’re all trying to get caught up in school, it only took a little begging to get Christine to join me (and Chris to take her place at the front of the classroom). The lack of fresh veggies in the islands may have permanently changed my outlook . I feel a child’s christmas stocking joy at a bright green leafy head of lettuce, a pile of vermillion tomatoes, or an Alaska sized cabbage. And it’s summer here with long daylight hours, so the fruits are amazing – apricots that taste like apricots, gorgeous cherries, plump blueberries, and have you ever tried a palm-sized strawberry with the flavor of a sweet little forest strawberry? Not to be missed in this lifetime, I’d recommend a trip to Nelson just for the berries – although the flavor may well have been artificially perceptually enhanced by the 12 month sailing trip across the Pacific. Not that coconuts, mangos and taro don’t have their own special place, it’s probably just the contrasts that amaze.

So added to the regular landfall business, the holiday rush, the boat projects, and the school catchup, I’m struggling with lists that include, visits to the eye doctor , the dentist (for all of us), the doctor (my left index finger is still not 100%), while everyone here has gone on vacation. Imagine Christmas and summer vacation wrapped into one; forget trying to make an appointment! So we’ll forget for awhile longer, and go vacationing too. My mom comes on Sunday, so we have another good excuse to head out with all the Kiwis and enjoy this beautiful place with them for a couple weeks (maybe we’ll meet a doctor or dentist out there). Hopefully the Kiwi’s will all be back to work mid January so we can tackle our few remaining bigger projects (haulout and paint a clean bottom on her!)

I wish I had some more profound reflections this New Year’s Eve, but it’s been a couple weeks since my last dog watch. The profound thoughts remain in my dreams, unremembered when I wake up to my land lists. The main year’s lesson is that if you decide to sail off into the sunset, don’t be surprised if life comes along for the ride – all of life. I wasn’t really trying to escape my life so I don’t mind, although I wish it too would pick it’s wet towels off the floor once in awhile. Another lesson, 11,320 miles, 8,224 pictures, 72,463 ruminating words, and 282 algebra assignments later, the Pacific is unfathomably enormous and stunning (especially traveling 5 knots on average). I’ve tried to capture it, but it’s a task for the goddess Psyche. Still, I don’t mind sorting seeds for awhile longer, I’m not ready for the ant helpers.

Marc poetically pointed out that we left a year ago “on a blue moon on the first day of the second decade of the dawn of the third millennium.” Once on a blue moon, we pointed the bow south and sailed past Catalina’s West End. You’ve been with us in our hearts, thanks for coming along.

Love and joy to you all in the New Year. Margo

P.S. Scurvy has turned out to be a very popular guy, so we’ve given him his own official blog. We added some posts that he had hidden in the forepeak, they’re post-dated, so you may have to read back some, and I think we’re still missing a few. But at least now you can comment realtime on scurvyreport.blogspot.com We kicked him off the nav computer, so he shouldn’t be sending emails directly anymore, I hope you have RSS so you can keep following along. He’s a pretty social guy for a rat, so he’ll be watching eagerly for your comments.

P.P.S.

• New New Zealand Pics are up on picasaweb.google.com/margoreveil
• My own ruminations are still available on www.hypercities.com/mo
• And when in doubt, links to all are at www.silverliningacademy.org

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Even Further South in the Tasman Sea, New Zealand 13 Dec 2010 39.6933S 173.0504E

Happy Monday Morning, it’s almost 5 a.m. here, the sky has been working on a subtle predawn glow for the past half hour. You all are waking up to a nice Sunday morning, reading yesterday’s news, and sipping on some hot Java. Maybe setting aside coupons for Christmas shopping later today? I admit, I miss Sunday mornings, there’s nothing quite like them in our new life. But since it’s Monday morning here, I’m not missing much.

I did miss sending a Thanksgiving greeting, and I wanted to share some holiday thoughts my dogwatch has been dogging me with. Marc sent me a book called “The Rational Optimist: How Prosperity Evolves. The author, Mark Ridley, has his bias on the how, but convincingly shares his ideas on the value of encouraging human exchange. He points out that we all live like kings thanks to a vast history of human innovation, which only exists through a long historic string of idea exchange, and that by all of us specializing, we each benefit from thousands of hours of other people’s time. Usually when I look at the boat, I think of my father’s genius – well, truthfully I usually think of all the maintenance tasks that we need to tackle – but when I’m in a more appreciative mode, Gary’s ideas surround us. But reading Ridley, I look around and see, all the great minds that provided this amazing experience for us: Thomas Edison and the long line of researchers before him, who discovered, harnessed, and marketed electricity; The factory full of miners, steelworkers, supervisors, company presidents, lawyers, insurance agents, and marketing dudes, who dug up, smelted, and produced and sold the raw material for our hull; the entire history of inventing sails to harness wind as propulsion, the production of sail material, the invention of the synthetic UV resistent materials (well somewhat resistent…ours are fraying around the edges after a year in the tropics), the girls in China that worked in factories that wove the fabric, down to the cleaning ladies in the sail designer’s offices, who’s efforts freed designers from the task of cleaning heads, to allow them to focus on design; and former colleagues, friends, and family that have supported us for years, helping me to advance my education, my career, and now this cruising life. Millions of minds, skills, and hands have all been applied to create this moment for us. That’s worth being thankful for.

In a similar vein, we’ve been reading aloud from Bill Bryson’s “A Short History of Nearly Everything” in our cockpit school periods. Early in the book he mentions what an amazing feat it is that every single one of my ancestors, managed to survive to reproductive age, and have a healthy baby – surviving plague, famine, war, puberty – further, think all the way back to the first single cell thing that split and reproduced, then evolved. That’s all worth being thankful for.

We just finished the chapter on atoms. Somehow I didn’t realize (or managed to forget), that the number of atoms on the planet is constant. They just get recycled into new forms. There’s a passage where he tries to give you a sense of scale of the number of atoms that exist just in air. He starts with the number of molecules (something easier to count than atoms) in a sugar cube sized space of air (45 billion billion), then he asks you to “look out your window” and imagine what it would take to fill that view. The kids and I all looked up, looked out at the 360 degree x 180 degree dome of air surrounding us…window?! Visibility out here is about 2 miles to the horizon if your head is 10 feet above sea level (according to my onboard walking Google), farther as objects are taller, and millions of lightyears to the stars overhead. A staggering, if oddly shaped, column of atoms. He also says, a vast number of the atoms in our body, came from Shakespeare, Buddha AND Genghis Khan (apparently you have to pick a historic figure for the atoms to have been sufficiently redistributed). To heck with historic figures, I’m remembering those phosphorescent jellyfish I saw last night, closer at hand, sufficiently redistributed through our watermaker, I’m part jelly! Is that something to be thankful for? Maybe not, but it is miraculous.

If you’re at all in doubt right now that life is a miracle, I can recommend both books, although Bryson is hands down the more engaging storyteller. And in the spirit of the season, you can go ahead and buy a glass of wine and a fish taco for that guy on the corner who thinks he’s Jesus. At the atomic level, he is Jesus – partly anyway.

Our wind was short-lived, we did motorsail a little yesterday, but mostly motored all night. Frank’s now up has optimistically shut down the engine, and is coaxing the spinnaker into the sky. We’re still a day or more away from Nelson, unless the wind picks up. We just need the atoms to align properly, the ones in the spinnaker are not looking half bad.

xoxomo

P.S. I tried the “I’m feeling lucky” button on my onboard walking Google the other day, and I can confirm that the results are far superior to Google’s. I think I’ll keep that pack of atoms. Something else to be thankful for.

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Further South in the Tasman Sea, New Zealand 11 Dec 2010 37.7195S 172.1219E

Lessons learned today: 1. US Mason jar screw top rings do not quite fit New Zealand canning jars.

2. Pickled beat juice does a spectacular job at livening up the otherwise dull white interior of a fridge.

3. After just a few days at sea, the 20 second rule does not apply to pickled beets on the galley floor.

The good news is the kids think pickled beets taste like sweetened dirt, the bad news is I love sweetened dirt (but not when it has been mixed with other detritus on the cabin sole).

20 knots of NW wind today, 2-3 meter seas still confused, but mostly following, 7 knots of boat speed. All is well on board, even with a few galley events.

xoxomo

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The Tasman Sea, New Zealand 11 Dec 2010 36.4116S 171.5354E

Yesterday the boys decided to go whale watching without me. They followed a pod of 10-12 sperm whales along for awhile, and decided that it was a sin to wake an off-watch crew member, even when it started to get exciting. Apparently whales were everywhere off in the distance, so Frank figured they’d be everywhere when I woke up too. But then they came closer and closer to see if this SL gray whale presented any competition (or do we look like a massive sailfish?). Apparently one bull felt a need to exert his authority, he refused our starboard under sail priority, and cut us off at the bow, then flipped us the tail, yards from the boat. Frank said the stomps and cries on deck should have been my wake-up call, but it all merged into an odd dream I was having about driving down a rough road with my brother. When I did wake up, Frank came proudly to show me his pictures. “There’s no magic to photography, you just have to get close enough,” he says.

Meanwhile Logan is pestering Kennan to rig up his RC Helicopter with a q-tip, and ready it for the next pod of whales. He’d heard on a podcast that an Ignobel Prize was awarded to a team of researchers who came up with the idea to use RC Helicopters outfitted with swabs to gather whale snot specimens from live whales at sea (apparently you don’t want to get too close, due to the overwhelming smell). Unfortunately, it was one of the few science podcasts that did not come with the preamble, “Do not try this at home.” They also did not tell us where we’re supposed to send the specimens once we get some.

Our wind came last night, if it holds we should be into Nelson in 2 days or so. It’s a fast but rolly ride with the seas confused by the change in wind direction. But all is well on board (right now at 8 am, all are sleeping on board, except me).

Oh I forgot, at some time in the past week we left the Pacific Ocean behind and entered the Tasman Sea. We are officially no longer cruising in the South Pacific. I don’t know exactly where that line lies, but we’re fully in the Tasman Sea now. According to my onboard, walking Google, Able Tasman sailed this sea in the opposite direction from us. He was looking for the south side of Australia, but found only Tasmania then NZ instead. Apparently no one was able to make it south around Australia’s east or west coast to explore without wrecking their ships on reefs. So he headed way west, then way south then back up this way, missing Australia altogether, but determining for the world that it was not as big as they thought. We’ll wave at his historic wake as we pass.

xoxomo

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Three Kings, New Zealand 9 Dec 2010 34.1742S 172.0742E

A memorable day with an early start, we’d anchored off the northern Tip of New Zealand last night, It was a desolate windy spot with long beaches and a swell rolling through which rolled us right along with it – all night long. Tom Bowling Bay it was called, I guess that was the hint we missed. Still the W/NW winds predicted, aren’t expected to arrive for another 24-48 hours, so we were not ready to turn south yet. Frank woke way before his wake up time, to haul in the anchor and sail to the Three Kings Islands. A beautiful day of sailing brought us to a dramatic anchorage with steep cliffs all around. Despite the light 10 knot winds outside, gusts were sweeping straight down from the cliffs, creating wild air currents and counter currents. The hordes of seabirds were loving it, but erratic winds, combined with a deep boldery bottom, and an even rollier anchorage, convinced us that we’d be better off bobbing around in the ocean all night, so we left, barely one beer later, maybe this year’s shortest anchorage stop.

Sailing past the Prince’s Islands a couple miles to the west, was where the memorable part comes in. These were really more a collection of tall pointy ridgy rocks than islands. Very dramatic, and as we approached we saw a giant arch in the rocks. It looked like one could almost sail through (if one had an unlimited rigging budget and a steel hull…we were only halfway qualified). Instead, the steep deep water right to the cliff face allowed us to get close, without attempting to thread the needle. I was on the bow ready for the perfect shot, the one where the arch frames the pinnacles in the background, when a pod of very large dolphins, I think bottlenose, swam up to ride our bow. I’m afraid my shutter was clicking way to fast for any of the pictures to be any good, so I finally stopped and just watched, it was an amazing sight. They had some of the cutest tiniest babies with them that I’ve ever seen in a dolphin pod. Logan called out gleefully “Did you see the little wrinkley spot by the fin of that tiny one? Just like the wrinkles human babies get around their knees.” I think it must have just been born, his hops out of the water reminded me of a toddler hopping along to keep up with dad, barely able to break the bonds of gravity for a second, before falling back down. They followed along for awhile, perfecting what I thought was an already perfect view. A little farther along, a big Albatross came close enough for Frank to photograph (they always hide behind shrouds or swells for my shutter clicks – and I was at the bread again). We’ve been seeing Albatross all day, but none have graced us with such a spectacular fly by and that in light wind. It was a day for the log books.

Since the wind has not turned yet, we’re heading for Australia. Hopefully the wind will turn by tomorrow so we can head back to New Zealand, ideally towards the south island. Otherwise, we’ll be like Cook, who spent a a couple weeks sailing out from the NZ west coast in the morning, then back towards the coast by nightfall to take a position, then back out then back in. Not too frustrating if you’re trying to map the island, but cartographers we are not, and we’d like to make it to Nelson before Christmas. I wouldn’t mind if we took just this one zig towards Oz, then a straight beeline down, with no more zags or Aussie zigs after. Not that it isn’t beautiful now, not that today’s sidetrip wasn’t appreciated, but it never stays this beautiful for long, even in the summer; a port would be nice before the next chilly southern blow.

xoxomo

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Maitai Bay, New Zealand 8 Dec 2010 34.8253S 173.4114E

and yesterday Whangaroa Harbor: 35.0093S 1737296E

We’re working our way up and over the northern tip of New Zealand. Our ultimate destination this round is Nelson on the northern tip of the South Island. We’ve been doing little, one night, one day stops, hopping along cove to cove. We’re trying to time our arrival at the north tip of the North Island, with the arrival of some north winds up there to send us on a 3 day non-stop trip south (the west coast here is not a boat friendly coast, so no little one day stops on that side). It’s an odd thing to be driven forward from these beautiful, sometimes dramatic, spots by a wish for nice winds – never a promise of nice winds. Each spot we’ve stopped at so far, is worthy of at least a week’s vacation. But since we’re not on vacation really – just cruising – school, sailing, boat repairs, cooking, cleaning, all must happen in a given day. Some days we get a couple hours worth of vacation squeezed in too, with kayaking and stomps in these coves and hills. The view from our backyard is always excellent.

Stomps is a term we learned from English friends on Zephyrus. It means – a vigorous hike – one where you really step out and get the heart rate up, where the path is “difficult,” according to the guidebook scales. Before algebra the other day, we had an amazing morning stomp up the Duke’s Nose (in Whangaroa Harbor). The last bit was more climb than stomp with a convenient chain anchored to the face of the rock cliff to help the less qualified climbers up (me, and still I was challenged). From the top of the Duke’s Nose, Silver Lining looked like a toy boat. I did get some fun pictures, which I’ll post when we get back to WiFi land.

Right now the coastline is desolate, very few houses, no boats in sight (although we did share an anchorage with the police boat last night – safest anchorage we’ve been in yet). We’re sailing north now with flat seas 10 knots of wind, making an easy 5 knots. It feels like lake sailing. I guess a day this beautiful counts as a vacation day, but with no stores, I do need to go work on a loaf of bread to fill the stomaches I hear growling in the background. Too bad I can’t just pour the flour and water down their gullets; that would be a lot quicker, and I’d be free to go watch the coast slide by.

Hmmm, should have packed some Space Food Sticks, do they still make those? I guess today they’re called energy bars.

xoxomo

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Opua, Bay of Islands, New Zealand 26 Nov 2010 35.3141S 174.1186E New pictures: http://picasaweb.google.com/margoreveil/BayOfIslandsNewZealand#

In typical landfall style, I’ve neglected to keep you in the loop. We’ve been out reconnecting with cruising friends, exploring this Bay of Islands, and taking advantage of the abundant scenic paths to redevelop some thigh muscles to support these wobbly sealegs. Rumor has it that in a few weeks all of New Zealand shuts down for summer vacation, and like the French abandoning Paris in August, the Kiwis will flee Auckland and flood these coves and bays, that we now find so quaint and quiet. The one to a thousand ratio of pictures to words will be much more effective, so I’ll post some pictures for a more complete description of all we’ve been doing since we arrived. Now we have to get to work and get some stuff ordered before the shops in this country close their doors to go fishing.

Our project list is reasonable all things considered. I grow more thankful at it’s length, with each new arrival we greet in the ship chandlery. Many have projects that sound more daunting than those on our list. I’m even feeling a little sheepish about my own sense of overwhelm, at our list of what others would consider standard maintenance items. Still, after months of focusing on feeding, educating, and cleaning up after a family of four, and transporting them across the Pacific, I’m finding the project management hat a little big for my new pinhead. When did decision making get so difficult? What happened to my getting-things-done skills, the ability to break down tasks into subtasks and schedule to a deadline starting with the next actionable item. In some ways tasks that the cruising life generates are a lot like tasks generated by email, the most recent arrival gets the most attention, until an even more recent one arrives and you drop the previous one finished or not, to slay the new beast. Slowing down the ship for assessment, maintenance and repairs, requires a completely different mindset. I used to be a master at stepping back, looking at the big picture, not letting the daily tug of urgent messages derail my projects and plans. But growing boys must be fed 3 times a day, dishes done, laundry sorted, books read and…oh is that Kamaya that just arrived? … sure this afternoon is perfect for sewing lessons come on by anytime…and hey that boat is dragging anchor, no one is aboard Red Alert!…was that a Eastern Rosella on the shroud!…look, squirrel!

No we’ve not seen any squirrels yet, but this life does foster a dog’s ADD. Discipline, that’s what we need now. OK, first on the list, 14 year old tired dinghy, options: repair, build new, buy new, buy used. Task one do a total cost of ownership analysis of each option. If “buy new”, must determine material: inflatible, plastic, or aluminum. If “buy used” must define minimum requirements and hidden costs. If “repair existing” must consider life expectancy and hidden costs. If build new, can expect to meet all custom requirements, but at what cost. It’s feeling a lot like a software development shop around here. All we need is a governance committee so I don’t have to take responsibility for any repercussions from making this decision on my own. Alright crew, time for a meeting.

xoxomo

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Matauhi Bay, Bay of Islands, New Zealand 2 Nov 2010 35.2734S 174.1270E

Six and a half days underway, 7 knots average, 180-mile days, 1-2 meter seas, plenty of fresh food – all add up to a very satisfying passage. Silver Lining may be heavy, but give her the reins, and she’s fast to plow a steady path through even choppy seas. We kept pace with the catamarans the whole way and arrived at Opua Thursday night at 10 p.m. Friday morning we celebrated with champagne and Alaska smoked salmon (items we expected would be confiscated), and waited for the customs officials to tear into our ships stores. We had stacked our table and counters with any and all goods we were in doubt about, to make their job as easy as possible. Our inspector went through quickly checking country of origin and contents. He tossed a lot, but mostly sproutable beans, fresh meats, eggs and produce – as we’d expected. He looked with interest at my fly tying kit, “Hmmm, nice hackle,” an anglers eye, not his inspector’s eye. He didn’t even enter the forepeak (smart man). I guess he trusted us to have pulled out any contraband from that zone – or he figured any banned substances were not likely to leave the forepeak for our next 6 months here. I’m certainly not planning on removing anything from that zone and scattering it across this pristine landscape anytime soon. In fact, I think our best solution for dealing with that teen scene, would be to seal it off and call it a watertight bulkhead – extra flotation if we ever ram an iceberg.

A year ago, New Zealand seemed so far away, a distant dreamland, yet here we are staring out in amazement at Middle Earth. It does not feel like a different country, but like a different world. The air is chill with new and foreign fauna sounds and flora scents, the soft rolley hillsides surrounding this Bay of Islands are a patchwork of dark green forests and bright green pastures. Every house, every building looks like it was just painted or newly renovated. Yards are immaculate. Stores are filled with picture perfect produce. Median strips are full of vegetable and herb gardens. And I think that’s English they’re speaking, but I’ll admit I’m having a tough time understanding the accent. At Sunday market, we stocked up on homemade japonica jelly, kiwi chutney and banana-rhubarb jam – every jar hand labeled, and obviously collected from family or neighbors – all shapes, all sizes, some of the glass containers a bit dull from use. The locals seem very happy to see the yachts arriving, or maybe they’re just happy to see spring arriving. They’re all decked out in shorts and are quick with their friendly greetings, ever happy to help with directions or to just stop for a chat. I feel a little out of place with my fleece cap, fleece jeans, wool socks and turtleneck, but my skin is acclimated to tropical temperatures, and there’s no way I’ll shed these new layers just yet. Overall, you’d think it was heaven on earth, but we did get a quick reality check when our dinghy gas tank was stolen while we were dining with friends. Just something to keep us on our toes; this may be Middle Earth, but the Goblins and Orks are never far away, and who knows where Gandalf is when you need him. I sure wish I had one of those swords that glows when they’re near. Instead, we bought 18’ of stainless cable and a lock, we’re now in search of some elves to sing an anti-cablecutter song to enhance the alloy. A little invincibility would be just the ticket.

What’s next? We’re not exactly sure. There is so much to see and do here, we ought to have a plan. Some friends and family have made noises about visiting. We also have lots of boat projects that we’ll need to tackle (If you took your house and sailed it over 10,000 miles for 10 months straight, far from any Home Depots, I’m sure you too, would have a longer than usual maintenance list). And as we approach our one year anniversary since departure, we’ll need to step back, look at our budget, look at the charts of islands we hope to get to next year, look at our wish lists of gear we’d like to buy/replace, evaluate our school’s performance, and draft up next year’s blueprints. Interesting, my friends and former colleagues back at UCLA are probably all working on their annual reports now too.

Happy Planning! xoxomo

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I meant to tell you about our adventure crossing the dateline. Our navigation software, which is directly connected to our GPS, was having trouble plotting our course to New Zealand, the distances and numbers were coming out whacky, and Frank was struggling to make it behave. He finally gave up plotted a course to the dateline, and we figured we’d cross that bridge when we got there. On the day we crossed the dateline, the most amazing thing happened, we actually circumnavigated the globe in less than a second. We have the trackline as proof. Our 10 hour distance traveled was 19487.7 miles (approximately the circumference of the globe at that latitude minus our approach to the dateline), and our 10 hour average boat speed soared from 8 knots to 1828 knots. We must now hold the record speed for circumnavigating the planet on any vessel.

I think I’ll buy a license to put out with the milk and cookies for Santa this year. Think of the efficiency gains, no more mucking out reindeer stalls for 12 months a year, no feeding elves to mine the magic dust, and no hassles with the planet’s psychological associations for all that dream manipulation sugarplum voodoo (and the risk avoidance – Santa an unlicensed practioner!). He can drop it all, just plug in his GPS and head for the dateline.

Then he can take the savings, close down his sock, underwear, pajama and tie departments, and open up a nanotechnology department. By this time next year, we’ll all have supercomputers in a paintcan, just paint a layer of supercomputer on your desk. I hope my new superthin desktop computer is waterproof though, shouldn’t be hard, just use a urythane base instead of water-based paint. I’ve got some good ideas, I could help with the reorganization, maybe he’ll hire me to oversee that department. That would perk up my wilting-by-the-day resume.

I know it’s not Thanksgiving yet, but what are you getting Santa for Christmas?

xoxomo

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That Blue is gone. It’s been cloudy on and off the past couple days, and That Blue always took on a steely edge on a cloudy day, so I don’t know exactly at what point it disappeared completely, but the ocean is not That Blue anymore. It’s as if the cloudy day colors common to these higher latitudes, have permanently bled into the ocean staining it a dark green gray blue. The new color is similar to the outer waters of California’s ocean, but more gray than green; a color only an albatross can love. There are lots of those monster gliders now, soaring along gazing down into this darker brooding sea.

And the sapphire gems that were nestled under every whitecap, have disappeared with it; even in the same bright sun, the whitecaps now just settle back into the ocean with a froth, no sparkling blue treasures between cap and ocean.

That Blue had become such a constant presence in our lives; only changing a little with the weather, or as the waters became shallow it would break down into it’s component parts of indigo, pure turquoise and emerald. But this total disappearance is a surprise. We’ll miss That Blue.

xoxomo

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