Mast Pumping Concerto in A Flat

Jerry is making his way to Saint Martin. On the way there he chose to sing to us a song with a lot of slightly flat A notes. Mostly 108 Hz. This hum, currently heard intermittently in the saloon and at the helm, is apparently called “mast pumping,” a phrase that doesn’t speak well for the vocabulary range of the ancient seafarers. Is the hum occurring because we were recently re-rigged and are too tight somewhere? Is it because Greg recently removed our spreader lights that had become redundant with our really bright foredeck light, causing that irksome physical phenomenon we know so well, a von Karman vortex street? We will never know.
Correction: Greg says of course we can find out and Mel should stop being so dramatic. Must be all the seasickness pills.

A reminder you can follow an estimate of our offshore progress here:

https://www.noforeignland.com/map/boat/6755394716180155

Boat stuff: Tracker screwed up, but we are 635 miles out from our first waypoint near Saint Martin. After motoring for about 24 hours, we put up the sails at daylight today. Winds are at 90° port tack, between 16-20 knots, and we are booking with 8.5-11.5 knots SOG. Average speed is 8.8 kts in last 88 nm. Not sure how much is favorable current as we have yet to calibrate our new speed sensor. Waves are bollocks, three directions, and we are pointed west of our desirable course to keep the 6-9 foot rolling component downwind. Seasickness level: moderate despite meds. Moon: none. Brilliant.

Entertainment: Note the word, “bollocks”, above. Mel has been listening to an audiobook of Agatha Christie’s The ABC Murders and all the British has seeped into her brain along with the saltwater.

Dinner: Frozen vegetable lasagna, reheated in our Ninja oven.