When we were packing up for the boat, I did a lot of careful
thinking about reading material. I stocked some favorites to share with the
kids, Narnia, Tolkien, E.B. White and some classics for Bob and me, all
adventures. This included a lot of maritime-themed books. I had been slowly
making my way through Captains Courageous;
“slowly” not because it is boring but because I was reading Anna the Narnia
series at the same time and so by the time she let me go to bed I would pretty
rapidly go to sleep. I finally got to the end of Captain’s Courageous (And Narnia too) and read the scene with the Lost
Fishermen’s Memorial Day where they publically read the names of all the dead
that year. We were just finishing our time in Nazaré, Portugal, a famous
fishing village about 75 miles north of Lisbon.
We visited the local museum and spent some time in the Town exploring
the history and culture of this fishing community as I was reading of another
fishing community, located just 25 miles from my childhood home; the
similarities once again show us that we are not all that different from our neighbors
across the sea.
The harbor where Midwatch was safely tucked was constructed
in the fifties but before then, the
fisherman, just hauled their boats up on
the impressively large beach using multiple teams of oxen. This exit from the
sea was rife with danger and the construction of the harbor was an important
event for this town. Multiple reminders around the town kept the danger of the
sea fresh in our minds including the number of women wearing traditional dress,
in black.
I want a pair of oxen! |
We ended up in Nazaré, we had no plans to stop in Portugal,
because we were hit by an enormous wave. Midwatch fell off the wave doing a
little damage and letting in a good bit of seawater at the same time. It took
us 11 days to dry out, make repairs and mentally recover from this adventure. From
there we took a short hop down the coast to make sure everything was working
properly before we made the big hop, our longest passage as a family, down to
the Canary Islands.
Ever since rounding Cape Finisterre, we have philosophized
that no part of this trip is easy and we are truly in an adventure. We arrived
at Las Palmas, Gran Canaria more than three weeks ago and have spent a good
deal of time recovering from the previous month’s journey to get here. As we
prepare to embark on the big Atlantic crossing we are hoping for a slow and
uneventful crossing full of a lot of nothing.
This talk of ‘adventure’ started after we rewatched the first
Hobbit movie and were reminded of Bilbo’s definition of ‘Adventure’ as “nasty,
messy things that make you late for dinner.”
We are about to take off on our big family voyage, back to the western
side of the Atlantic. We are all a
little scared, excited and anxious to have this big step past us but know that
once we are on the western side of the Atlantic, the return home will seem much
more real.
We have been joined by friend and fellow cruiser Mark Gordon
of Minnesota for the crossing. The Gordons have a charter business on Lake
Superior (link to Amicus web page) and we are thrilled to have an experienced, third hand, and adventure
seeker, on board to share in the next step of our journey. We met Mark and his
family in the Bahamas last winter and had a great time with them. This was
their second trip to the Bahamas and at least the kids were able to reconnect with
them, while Bob and I prepped Midwatch for the first crossing, as they were
passing through the Erie Canal in the spring on their long journey back to the
west end of Lake Superior for their summer season.
We plan on taking off on the 1st and expect the
trip to take about three weeks. We will again try and update the blog on a
regular basis which is far better than we do sitting here in comfort! We have
lots of pictures and stories to share and my guess is I will be working on
these slowly over the coming weeks. Here is to adventure!...but I am really hoping
for a smooth and uneventful crossing.