The Dreaded Drake

When I got on the LMG, the new mate asked the Captain if he had to shake the fire extinguishers when he did his regular rounds.  The Captain laughed and told the new mate that the Drake would take care of it.  It didn’t sound like a joke, but I sure as heck hoped it was!

Well, since you are reading this I clearly made it through the Drake Passage.  I won’t lie, it wasn’t fun.  The Drake lived up to its reputation.  It was blowing between 30-40 knots.   There were 30 foot swells and lots of rocking and rolling.  I have the bruises to show for it.  I kept all of my cookies (thank you very much) by using lots of sea sickness meds, and laying in bed with my eyes closed most of the day.  The horrible conditions last more than 24 hrs (** note while I thought this was horrible, I am now informed that it was only rough. To be considered horrible the waves needs to be at least 55 feet).

When it was all over I learned that we changed course to get out of the worst of it and that at one point the waves/current/swell was so strong that we made no forward progress.  Having been through that, I seriously question the sanity of yachtsmen who want to sail through that particular patch of ocean.

Despite the horrid weather we had several bird species as our near constant companions.  I got outside with my camera at the start and the end of the horrid crossing.

1)   I am not a bird nerd, 2) I haven’t had a lot of time to pull out the bird guides to give you more specific identifications , 3) Sorry Sad smile