We made it to Brookings

Sojourner & crew made it to Brookings about 4pm on Sunday. Wow, what a trip. We left the dock on Saturday under sunny skies with a single reefed mainsail, full mizzen and about 100% on the jib. By mid afternoon, we had reefed the jib to about 70%, put the 2nd reef in the main & were still moving at 5-6 knots. By nightfall we had shortened the jib again to 50% & the wind had picked up to 15-20 knots. The seas were "short" so we were rocking & rolling. Through the night the winds had to hit 25 knots & my initiation to this trip was in full force. We ended up dropping the main completely, bringing down the jib to a handkerchief. Words like "miserable" & "frantic" come to mind. Near the last of a very long night the wind died to 5 or less knots & we ended up firing up the diesel to motor us the rest of the way in. At 3-4 knots with the diesel the "rest of the way in" seemed to take us forever. The night ride was something I do not care to repeat but guess what, I didn't get sick. It took us until this am to get the internet set up to use, figure out how to use their shorepower & unwind a little. We also received some super pics of Sojourner leaving the dock & crossing the bar. Thanks Nancy!!! I will post some this afternoon.

It is getting close . . . . .

We have gathered most of our stuff for the journey and plan to be leaving for the boat by Thursday. Somehow packing for 6 months is no longer my favorite thing to do. Emrick keeps looking at my "piles" and shaking his head. It must be a guy thing. All the females out there understand that packing for 6 months is traumatic. I have never had to decide how much of anything I use in 6 months. I just hope it all packs into the car . . . . Sorry there are no pictures but we lost the "sensor" part of our camera (spendy little item) and had to purchase a new camera. We should have photos before we leave. Most of you know that Emrick has been spending time at the boat working on his "to do list". What you don't know is that he has found time to do a little "crab festing" with some of our new friends on the dock. I love eating crab. Emrick has always told me he does not like crab and when ever I brought up crab pots he would wrinkle his nose. Apparently our friends cook the crab in a new and wonderful way. Emrick now likes crab. So, on the top of my "to do list" is getting in on a crab fest before we leave. Well, the next time we talk will be from Reedsport floating on the water.