Wild ride south
Leaving Faeringe Nordhavn there was not breath of wind but when we set our course for Tuglaq there was enough wind to send us powering south at 7+ knots under head sail alone. There was nothing in the forecast to suggest strengthening winds but Sally noted the Barometer was dropping by 2 millibars an hour.
The boat surged south with a gentle swaying motion and everything on board was just as it should be.
But then the tide turned against us and the true wind got into the mid 20’s. Occasional whitecaps grew in stature with steep sets of three steep waves assaulting us every few minutes. When the auto helm switched itself off due to a, “massive magnetic variation” we rolled in some sail and slowed ourselves right down. The boat was rolling all over the place in the quartering sea but remarkably Sally was up and about serving sandwiches most of which soon ended up on the floor. Have we finally found a remedy for her sea sickness?
A set of 3 ugly waves pounced upon us and and gave the cockpit a cleansing flush of ice cold Davis Strait.
As we prepared for our landfall we just had a mile of angry, tide ripped sea to cross before entering the fjord where Destiny was anchored.
Andy, on Destiny, had assured us that all was calm inside and so it was. The anchor went down into mud and, within minutes, we were sipping tea with friends in s peaceful and spectacular anchorage.
