August 26, 2016

Brutal Last Miles to Africa

"Gannet looks as though she just came in from a daysail," says Webb Chiles of his trusty steed, a flush-deck Moore 24, pictured here docked in Durban Harbor.

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"Sleep, fresh water showers, and a taste or two of gin have worked wonders, though I’m not quite ready to do the passage again," solo circumnavigator Webb Chiles, a resident of Illinois, wrote to us this morning.

Gannet’s track across the Indian Ocean from July 1 to August 26.

© Webb Chiles

On July 1, Chiles, alone on his Moore 24 Gannet, departed Darwin, Northern Australia, for Durban, South Africa, a voyage that crosses 100° of longitude. Once this epic journey was complete, he filed the following hair-raising report:

"At 5 a.m., Monday, August 22, our 53rd day at sea since leaving Darwin, the wind died, and Gannet was becalmed ten miles from Durban Harbor. Confident that the 6,000-mile passage would be over in a few hours, I took advantage of the smooth conditions to fit the outboard bracket and electric Torqeedo onto the stern. The Torqeedo had not been used in months, not since I powered the last half mile to the marina in Bundaberg, Australia. I was pleased when it started at the first push of a button. Then I removed what is called the tiller arm and tilted the Torqeedo from the water. It has a limited range, and I would use it only after entering the port.

"A few minutes later the wind, which had been light and behind us, returned with a rush, but from directly ahead. I raised a triple-reefed main and partially unfurled the jib.

"The wind continued to build and build. Had I not so wanted to get in, I would have stopped sailing by 6 a.m. But I did and kept on. Gannet was heeled 40°, thrashing through and under water, lee rail buried. Activity below was impossible. One of the rules on Gannet is the same as in boxing: Protect yourself at all times. Trying to heat water for coffee, momentarily I didn’t and was thrown across the cabin. This, of course isn’t far, but I lost a good piece of skin and got a good sized lump on my elbow. I drank the coffee with air temperature water and ate a protein bar for breakfast.

"With the wind coming partially over the point of land to the south, I thought it possible the sea would be smoother closer to the coast. I was wrong. The wind there was as strong and the waves steeper. I threaded my way through a half dozen ships anchored awaiting entrance to the harbor until I ran out of room and a mile offshore tried to come about. Despite moving at speed, Gannet didn’t have the weight to do it. The wind stopped and shook her like a dog a bone. I had to do what I didn’t want to and jibe. The power of the boom going over was immense. Gannet went to almost to 90°, but Moore 24s are self-correcting boats. As I eased the sheet, she came up. Some. As I steered back past the anchored ships one of them gave a blast on her horn that I decided to interpret as applause. To the south I could see the breakwaters at Durban seven miles away.

"Wave after wave swept over Gannet and me. While being flailed in the failed attempt to tack, the jib sheets had tied themselves in a Gordian knot. Once clear of the ships, I tied down the tiller and lowered and subdued the mainsail and went forward to untangle the jib sheets so I could furl it. All brutal and dangerous.

"Finally, under bare pole and being pushed north, I called on the handheld VHF to the anchored ships, asking for wind speed and forecast. One of them answered, giving windspeed of 45 knots, forecast to go to 50 with 20-ft waves, easing in 24 hours. Gannet’s cabin was as wet as it has ever been, but she felt safer and much less likely to be rolled. She had taken a beating. We both had. I don’t think the waves ever reached 20-ft, perhaps 12- to 14-ft, but I have always preferred to err on the low side rather than high. Whatever their height, they were steep walls of seething water and big enough.

"After an unrelenting afternoon and night, the wind began to drop at 10 a.m. Tuesday almost as quickly as it rose. Even after all these years, I am sometimes amazed by how quickly waves decrease with the wind. By 1 p.m. Gannet was headed back toward Durban, now forty miles distant, making 3-4 knots under full sail across a mildly undulating sea on a sunny afternoon. Two whales spouted a few whale-lengths away. Albatrosses glided above us. We entered the harbor late the next morning and tied to the International Jetty at noon."

When we saw this crazy criss-crossing track outside Durban a couple of days ago, we wondered if Chiles had hove-to for some reason. The blue dots are six hours apart.

© 2016 Webb Chiles

"Gannet has covered more than 9,000 miles since we sailed from Opua, New Zealand, less than four months ago," says Chiles. "Despite being driven and tossed on the deep blue sea, I can’t see that she has suffered any structural damage. We have done what we planned to do this year. We are both going to rest." For more on Webb Chiles’ sixth circumnavigation, see

The 74-year-old Chiles snaps a selfie on his 39th day at sea.

© Webb Chiles

Get Ready for Reggae ’Pon Da Ocean

The SoCal Ta-Ta sails in the spirit of Bob and ‘one love’. 

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It’s not often you get to cruise in the spirit of Bob Marley, but you can do that in just over two weeks as part of the SoCal Ta-Ta from Santa Barbara to Catalina with stops at Santa Cruz Island, Channel Islands Harbor and Paradise Cove.

The Ta-Ta will start in Santa Barbara. Boats that sign up early enough can reserve a slip. Most if not all boats will be accommodated at the end of Marina 1, which is in the lower part of this photo. 

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We’ve always been a big fan of Bob Marley, one of the most influential musicians of all time. But we’ve also been a fan of Bob the man with a spiritual quest.

Bob was the son of Norval Marley, a white Jamaican originally from Sussex, England, whose family had Syrian Jewish origins. Norval was a captain in the Royal Marines and later became a plantation overseer. Bob’s mother was Cedella Booker, a Jamaican woman much younger than her husband.

Although Bob would die at 36, he packed a lot into his life and left a big mark behind. Before he became famous as a musician, for example, he lived the rude life in the ghettos of Trenchtown, worked for short periods of time at both DuPont as a lab assistant and on the assembly line for Chrysler in Maryland, and was shot during an assassination attempt in Jamaica.

Raised a Catholic, when Bob got away from his mother in the 1960s, he grew his dreads and famously became a dedicated Rastafarian. Although married only once, he had 11 children by at least seven women.

Marley was found to have melanoma in his toe in July 1977. Like Steve Jobs, another modern icon with a Syrian background, Marley refused the medical advice of experts that might have saved his life.

“Money can’t buy life,” were his last words.

The opening dinner on the beach of Santa Barbara YC is a great place to make new sailing friends. 

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If you want to celebrate Bob’s life and spirit with ‘Reggae ‘Pon Da Ocean’, there are just 10 slots open for the event that begins with a dinner on the beach at Santa Barbara YC on September 11 and ends with an ‘awards dinner’ at Two Harbors the following Saturday. For entry information, visit

Most previous Ta-Ta’s have featured sailing conditions similar to this. Load up on sunscreen. 

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An Expert Ruling on This Cord

Plug it in or throw it out? We’re looking for knowledge-based advice. 

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When Doña de Mallorca got to Marina Riviera Nayarit in La Cruz a few weeks ago to bring Profligate north, she observed that the two 50-ft, 30-amp shorepower cords that were connected together were on the dock and out of the water. As they should have been.

A day or so later, however, she noticed that the connecting ends of each cord were in the water and that each end showed signs of being burned. Fortunately, the circuit breaker for the battery charger on the boat had gone off, preventing what could have been a fire or other serious damage.

Being in Mexico, friends quickly ‘repaired’ the shorepower cords for de Mallorca by cutting off the ends where it was obvious they had been burned. They plugged the cords back in and they worked.

Based on what he’d read from experts in Latitude, the Wanderer wasn’t very happy when he heard about this. For as best he can remember from those articles, once a shorepower cord goes into the water, it’s damaged goods, even if the ends get replaced.

We’ve already replaced the shorepower cord with a new one, but not wanting to waste stuff or add to the landfill, the Wanderer would like to get confirmation that the old shorepower cords are potentially dangerous and should be chucked out. Is there some test to see if they are safe?

No matter what happens, we’re not using the old cords. But if experts insist there is some way to make sure there is no danger in their being used again, we’d give them away. But again, only if it can be demonstrated that there would be no danger.

Can we get a ruling, but only from experts?

Boat fires are on our minds this week, not only because we reported on a horrible fire in San Diego’s La Playa Anchorage Monday, but because we just got the whole story on the loss of Sand Piper, an Island Packet 44 owned by Ed Staples and Annette Alexander.
St. Francis YC’s annual three-day Aldo Alessio Regatta was established in 1992 through an endowment by Aldo Alessio, who was the club’s commodore in 1970.