The following pages chronicle the journey of the sailing vessel Pelagic and her crew. We are a family of 5; Michael, Amy, Zander, Porter and Anakena, taking our 42' Hallberg Rassy as far as we can comfortably go in three years. We left Oregon in September 2014, participated in the 2014 Baja Haha, continued on through the Panama Canal, into the Caribbean, up the coast of the US to Maritime Canada and from there crossed the Atlantic. After an arrival in Ireland we toured Scotland, then sailed down to France, Portugal and on to Morocco. In January of 2016 we slowed down considerably and enrolled the kids in a local Spanish school in Sanlucar de Guadiana for a few months. In the spring of 2016 we crossed the Atlantic towards the Caribbean. We are now in the Pacific, officially on our way home, albeit via a very circuitous path. We are currently in French Polynesia and looking at weather windows to Hawaii before finally making landfall back in the Pacific Northwest.
Currently our exact location is not available. Our spot coverage will pick us back up in Hawaii towards the end of May, 2017.
Our favorite sailing quote:
"If anythings gonna happen, it's gonna happen out there boss!" Captain Ron
Friday, August 7, 2015
Update from the Pelagics, by Michael
Departing Maine in late July we sailed directly to Cape Breton Isle. Due to dense fog, we sailed past Nova Scotia without even seeing it. Once at Cape Breton Isle, we entered the Bras d'Or lake area. Transiting a lock we were able to sail Canada's largest inland sea. The lake is salt water yet has very little tidal influence or fog. We enjoyed nice calm evenings at anchor and watched bald eagles snatching fish from the sea. Oysters lined the bottom of many coves. After 10 minutes of reaching into the water while sitting in our dingy, with my arm just wet up to the shoulder, I was able to harvest 25-30 fresh oysters.
Exiting from the northern side of the lake, we then sailed to Newfoundland. Newfoundland was beautiful and vastly surpassed our expectations. An overnight sail brought us to the entrance to the Francois Fiord. The fog only allowed us glimpses up to 50' in front of the bow so we entered using GPS and Radar. Once in the fiord, we found a small village. We tied up to their town pier and went to sleep for the night with hopes the fog would lift. When we awoke, the fog had indeed lifted; we looked out the hatch and saw towering cliffs and a colorful fishing village clinging to the rocks. It appeared as if we had magically been teleported and woken up in Norway. Onshore, the people were friendly and invited us into their homes.
From Newfoundland, we crossed over to St. Pierre and Miquelon. These islands are French Territory, not Canadian French but actual French collective territory. Once again we motored into a harbor in dense fog. Ashore we could just make out the town pier, the tricolor flag and a man from the Captainerie du Port that was waving us over. We tied up to the town pier, allowing enough slack in the lines to allow for the 4' tide and went ashore to explore. With some fresh ink in our passports and some Euros in our pockets from the local ATM, we followed our noses to the local bakery. Crisp baguettes are .80 cents here.
We are now preparing to cross the Atlantic to Ireland. It is a 1750 mile crossing to Galway, Ireland and should take us 12-15 days. The weather in the North Atlantic has been unsettled this summer but it should hopefully get back to a benign pattern this August. The Canadian ice report also shows some icebergs in our path so we will have to take care. The boat and crew are ready. We will depart in the morning. In the meantime, we are enjoying our last sunset tied to a pier. On the cockpit table are some fresh crisp baguettes, cheese from Normandy, salted butter from Brittany, Pate from Languedoc and a bottle of Bordeaux red. Vive le France!