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, April 8, 2016

Arrival Graciosa, Canaries April 6

Bosun's chair fun while sailing

watching dolphins
sunset reefing

Z's favorite place under sail

OK, my description of the passage from Rabat to the Canaries was written a little prematurely.  The first two and a half days were fantastic.  On day three the kids took the bosun’s chair out and when we were on a port tack they were able to swing out from the side of the boat, dipping their feet in the water when a wave passed. They had a blast.  Late on the third day the seas that had been building now combined with a 20 knot wind and it got uncomfortable.  We were expecting high winds from the North to develop after we made landfall, but they kicked in a little early. They also had more of a westerly component than we expected and as we tried to make westerly progress towards the islands, they beat us up.  I say beat us up, but we were still going 7-8 knots.  At any point we could have slowed down and it would have been more comfortable, but we were happier to get there a day early than we were uncomfortable. At some point one wave hit us just right and we realized too late one hatch was not properly locked and we took in a huge wave over the top that made it’s way into the boat.  Ugh!  At the time both Mike and Zander were asleep on the settees (couch in the middle of the boat) and they had a rude awakening when gallons of seawater came cascading through the hatch on top of them.  The water slipped into the bilge and was pumped out and quickly disappeared but it left a wet wake through the salon of the boat.  Everything was wet; comforters, sheets, pillows, and the carpet.  I had covered the settee cushions so they didn’t get soaked and I was grateful for that, but we will have piles of laundry to do next chance we get and of course the whole center of the boat needs a good fresh water wipe.

Anyway, it was a long 15 or so hours but we are now anchored in Graciosa, one of the more northern islands, and we will stay here until the winds subside.