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Reid Stowe returned to Terra Firma on Thur June 17 2010 - 1152 days at sea

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Jan 5 position
Thursday, 05 January 2012

SPOT Satellite GPS position message received

GPS location Date/Time:01/05/2012 07:05:28 EST

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The Captain’s Dragon Hat
Thursday, 05 January 2012

Jan. 5, 2012
10.51 N, 54.39 W Course S, Speed 5 knots, Wind 12-15 knots

I imagine that every captain could benefit, each in their own way, by making and wearing their own Dragon hat. It is sort of like a baseball cap. The cap one wears sets the mood for the thoughts one thinks. I made and utilized my first Dragon hat in 1986 on my way to Antarctica, but I had already been dressing up, painting my clothes, tools, and body and dancing into creative states of mind.

My dragon hat has been hanging above our bed patiently waiting for my attention. It takes a special state of mind to want to break away from the status quo of the moment. It takes the exalted state of energy equal to the divine quest to shake off our fears and lower human callings to roam with the timeless spirits that have communicated with people since we first came into consciousness. Gods, goddesses, dragons, angels, and phoenixes appear and disappear. I commune with them whenever I can, especially when I am at sea far from the busy world.

It doesn’t come easy. There are so many important things to think about and do. There are so many people to forgive and have compassion for. There is so much success and security that we strive for and must feel good about before we can leave it behind and worship the rainbow, the encircling distant horizon and space. I might ponder too much. Why don’t more people want to know what a man discovers sailing over three years at sea? My experience is common to all people in our deeper spiritual space. We all are surrounded by the holy on the sacred altar of life.

How can I not want to wear my dragon hat or circumnavigate the sea and the world with the course of my heart?


Pump Boy
Monday, 02 January 2012
Jan.2, 2012
15.32 N, 55.29 W, Course S, Speed 3.5, Wind 25 knots

Our surprisingly windy “reinforced” trade wind weather is continuing. Yesterday we put a double reef in the mainsail, increased our speed and sailed a little better to the south against the SE winds. At nightfall a squall hit us. We lowered the mainsail back down to keep from going too fast and also to safeguard our old sail. The wind continued today and our course is due south, so nobody was in any hurry to put up more sail. We are all a little slow having been rocked about so vigorously for so many days.

The leaks we have in the hull from smashing into dock pilings on the Hudson River are well above the waterline. Even though we pushed underwater patching compound into them, they slowed down but still leak when the wind and waves push the schooner over. Every few hours, the bilge alarm goes off. Whoever is nearby takes an average 100 pumps on the hand pump to get the water out. Darshen, who likes to join in everything, insisted on pumping by himself. He has good concentration, strength, and balance using his whole body to pump the bilge. When he thinks he’s through he opens up the little trap door in front of the pump, turns on the motor room light and peers down to see the water level. He is so smart and helpful about so many things but he is still a three year old. He is the only one who didn’t choose to come out here and sometimes he says, “I don’t like all this rocking and rolling.” Or after reading a storybook he wonders, “How does an elephant hold on?”
Jan 2 position
Monday, 02 January 2012

SPOT Satellite GPS position message received

GPS location Date/Time:01/02/2012 07:37:28 EST

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A Trade Wind Blows
Sunday, 01 January 2012

Dec. 31, 2011
18.56 N, 55.18 W, Course S, Speed 4 kts, Wind 25 knots +

It’s a good thing we had our soft calm warm weather sailing. It gave all of us a chance to see that special beauty of the sea. No one spoke of the land behind us or before us. We let our muscles rest, bathed, cleaned up and got lots of jobs done around the schooner. Rainbows abound on the passing soft summer showers. At night we were greeted by Jupiter, Venus, and the setting crescent moon. Orion has been the constellation overlooking us and protecting us with his fully drawn bow.

Then the winds picked up from the East as the Trade winds should. We set all our sails including the big old orange genoa that was given to us. We took off our rudder ropes balancing the schooner SSE on a straight track. We saw fish jump, had a few big strikes but didn’t land any of them.

As the wind picked up, we looked at our big old mainsail and genoa and said “Hang in there old ladies.” They did for a few days. We really have no choice but to leave them up and let them try their best while the conditions are good. Only our foresail and staysail, which we just re-cut from old sails that were given to us are somewhat solid.

Late at night “old orange” exploded with a loud bang. The watch person called out  and we rushed out of our beds, lowered the sail, dragged it back, and stuffed it down the forward hatch. We sailed on for a day with three sails as the wind increased, always watching the mainsail. At dawn today Rachel spotted a tear opening in the mainsail and called out. We lowered the main just in time. In the photo, Alex and Rachel sew on a new patch while Andy cleans flying fish. Carly and Dusty take care of the sprouts while Soanya makes lunch. Darshen hums and sits on the captain’s lap while he writes the daily update.


In the Swing of Things
Tuesday, 27 December 2011
Dec. 27, 2011
23.47 N, 56.33 W, Course S, Speed 2 knots

We are now in the swing of things at sea. Finally, we were becalmed in hot weather and the whole crew made the most of it by bathing in the sea. It was everybody’s first time swimming in the deep blue ocean. It was a lively scene as Andy photographed and filmed with his underwater camera. Darshen was eager to swim too so I lowered him on a rope tied to his life jacket. He swam with Rachel and Carly squealing and kicking the whole time. Darshen even got a few mouthfuls of salt water and said “That tastes good!” The crew was quite acrobatic diving off the bow pulpit and Dusty and Alex swinging off the end of the main boom.

As evening fell we watched the stars make strokes of liquid light on the sea and the new crescent moon set like a boat on the horizon. We drifted under a starry dome for half the night then surprisingly a light breeze came up out of the west. This is rare since we are in the tradewinds and the wind is always supposed to blow out of the east. It is ok with us. We are sailing along full sail, ropes on the rudder to guide us, heading south into the unknown on our mystical journey.
Christmas At Sea
Tuesday, 27 December 2011
Dec. 25, 2011
24.57 N, 56.45 W, Light Wind, Speed 2.5

Our crew came prepared for Christmas at sea. We brought our stockings (in many cases a clean sock), ornaments, Santa hats, ties, wrapping, and prepared boxes of presents from Mom (Reid’s mom). We played our music and Christmas carols, and celebrated with special chocolates, treats, wine, and gourmet food.

On Christmas Eve, we all hung our stockings on our disabled interior steering wheel and gradually they began to fill. That evening, all the elves were spread through the schooner secretly preparing their gifts. At one in the morning we were awakened by banging as Alex chiseled away on his wood carved gifts.

After a beautiful breakfast in the cockpit under the warm sun and white scissor tailed tropic birds, we went into the pilothouse. Soon the floor was littered with Christmas paper and everyone was chewing on goodies. Darshen’s joy and squeals entertained us all.

We are so grateful to everyone for helping us to experience Christmas out here. Joy to the people in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me!

Dec 26 position
Monday, 26 December 2011

SPOT Satellite GPS position message receive

GPS location Date/Time:12/26/2011 08:47:21 EST

Message:All is well on Schooner Anne.

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Scenic Sea
Friday, 23 December 2011
29.17 N.59.43 W, Course SE, Speed 2.5 knots

Dec. 22, 2011

After the last gale that blew with gusts of 40-50 knots we were happy to see that the days have been getting sunnier and warmer with less chances of running into another storm. The day after the winds died down we discovered one of the lines that ran from the rudder to the cockpit had chafed through. Luckily, the weather was such that Andy was able to dive into a soft swell and put another rope through the rudder this time with a thimble so that it would not chafe through. Afterwards, the crew brought speakers out and played Christmas music while we slowly sailed through huge clumps of Sargasso seaweed. Yesterday, the crew marveled at the sensation of being becalmed and how beautiful the ocean looked in this different mood. This morning we passed through one undulating orange-brown mass that was at least half a mile in diameter and floated along with bits of plastic and a life ring caught in it. We sewed patches to the small tears in the mainsail and jib, hoisted them up, and now we are sailing slowly in light airs in the direction that we want to go.

Life at Sea
Friday, 23 December 2011

Dec. 21, 2011
29.50 N, 59.58 W, Course SE, Wind light

In our last update, we sent a picture of the crew in the cockpit together. The ocean didn’t show it but we were bounding along at over six knots. Shortly thereafter we decided to shorten sail as the wind increased. It seemed like the wind picked up even more and before we got the mainsail down there was a tear in the leach. After dark, the wind increased more from the SW and because with just the staysail up we could only run off the wind, we lowered all sail and rode the storm under “bare poles.” The wind howled and the weather forecast said “winds gusting up to 50 knots.” The waves were bigger than any we have seen the whole voyage. After two days the storm calmed down and we raised sail again. We marveled at the big transparent waves and the low rainbows that came with afternoon squalls. There were lots of leaks and spilled food but we survived again.

Now we are drifting and bobbing in smooth seas. Alex threw the fishing line and caught our fist mahi-mahi. After a long awaited fish feast, everybody got back to sewing sails and routine maintenance jobs basking in the warmest sun yet. Our stereo speakers are on deck and everybody is listening to Christmas music. Darshen’s favorite music are the songs sung by the little boy choirs.

Note: Photo by Andy Cronin


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