We said “Goodbye” to Ryan yesterday evening, and then went out for pizza and beer with Jason.Â He stayed on the boat with us last night, and was off to the airport early this morning.Â And so Andy and I are left by ourselves with our thoughts.Â We both still don’t really know what to think about the passage.Â Every time we tell the story, some new detail comes out or some new emotion bubbles to the surface.Â It doesn’t help that we both still feel very tired.Â It’s hard to sleep soundly after a passage anyway because you’re so used to sleeping in 3-4 hour increments depending on the watch schedule, but adjusting this time is proving especially difficult.Â I think we are both suffering from an adrenalin hangover of sorts, and coming down is a real bitch.Â The whole experience feels quite surreal.
One way to shake such a strange feeling is to get back to normal things, and for me, that means boat work and check lists.Â First on the list is dealing with the head sail.Â It needs a new shackle for the halyard, but unfortunately, the halyard and furling drum did not come down the forestay when we dropped the headsail at sea, so someone will need to go up the mast to retrieve it.Â The furling line is looking a little haggard as well so I’ll look into replacing that while we’re at it.Â The staysail blew out completely.Â It seriously looks like it was shot with a shotgun, but the sail loft thinks it may be repairable and will pick it up later today.
I’m also going to find someone to service the autopilot.Â If you’re a boat person, or if you follow our travels or the travels of any other cruiser, you realize the importance of the autopilot.Â During the crossing, poor old Otto was working really really hard against that huge, following, Tasman swell, and he was making some pretty sad noises.Â It was also making a “thunk” noise as if it was slamming into something when turning sharply and completely to port.Â Whatever’s happening, it can’t be good.Â The loss of the autopilot was a secret fear for the entire crew, but never articulated out loud in an effort to keep everyone’s stress level as low as possible.
At some point during the crossing, a loose jib sheet was whipping around and whacked a big hole in the plastic window of the dodger.Â The boat trim guy will come by later this week, and I’ll probably get a quote to re-do the bed cushions as well.Â
Additionally, we have a ton of exterior lights that are burned out – anchor light, tri-color, starboard deck light, and starboard running light.Â Other than that, I would like to hire someone to help me scrub the deck, work on rust removal, polish all the metal, and sand and oil the teak.Â Bayswater Marina in Auckland was a stickler on not allowing exterior boat work, so much of the deck desperately needs attention.