25 Mai 2020 - Logbook Tres Hombres
as every day the tide is changing, our course over ground is changing, the side where the sails are set is changing, the meals as well.
Although something never changed since we left Amsterdam; the motivation expressed from all buddies on board. Yes, it is hard not to sleep well because of the boat bouncing into the waves, because of muscle ache from all the line handling. Today many plasters have been stuck around fingers and cream to heal hand wounds. Our hands are using all their strength to grab as strong as possible the smoothes or roughs halyards, sheets and down hauls. Oh yeah, the body feelings print the adventure in our memories.
I would like to say thanks a lot to some person on duty radio for “Dover Coast Guards ” and “Gris Nez Traffic” who made our passage easier and friendlier instead of asking strictly to apply the rule nb 10. Between theory and reality, tolerance should be accepted. Let’s create a new rule inspired by the Historic Passage of big ships who were racing here. The ones who don’t get the deep experience of pure sailing through the screen, please become a trainee on board!
The perseverance of a crew to realize more than 50 tacks within 72h is Funtackstic!!!
Tomorrow we will continue some repairs on the sails cause of the tough conditions. The inner jib has 2 seams slightly open to be restitched, a thimble disappeared through the mainsail from the clew outhaul of the main staysail who made a hole, also some shaved lines to splice.
Let s go for quieter weather forecast all sails up!!
Not much has been written here about the inner world of the Tres, i.e., what lies below its deck. Before I was able to set foot on board, I have always been curious about what’s there. Now I can report from first-hand experience. Beginning with the bow, there is the locker, where various things are […]
Emotional farewell at the port. Tears are wiped away quickly by the fresh wind. Hectic activity onboard redirects my attention: Sails need to be launched! Where again was the halyard for the inner jib? I can’t remember but someone tells me where it is. Once the course is set everyone is assigned to one of […]
Take a good look at her! The curves. The canvas. The tempting lines. The salt, whispering from the crevasses in the weathered wood. The wind, the memory of which is trapped into the folds of the harbour furl. She is Tres Hombres, Tres for the crew. Trusty, steady, free. What most might not realize is […]