This posting is from Debra.
Hi All,
I’m finally back in Savannah, had a day to regroup, woke up to Donald’s latest text, and decided this is my day to learn how to post a blog. Our friend, Bruce, walked me through it and I was just sitting down to ponder the title of this post because it’s a good one. At this point, we’ve been gone for four months and you can imagine the pile of mail that has stacked up. While I was thinking of a title, I had to clear the mail off the desk so I could focus…, and I had to laugh. Right on the very top of the stack was a Restoration Hardware catalog and the page had fallen open to a bedroom set with a nautical theme. Above the bed was a large poster with these simple words:

Me, being a non-sailor now married to one, I’m always surprised by the number of life metaphors related to sailing, possibly because, more than any other endeavor, it seems to present more than its share of challenges. Last night was no exception, to say the least. However, Donald is the most resilient person I know, so we’ll see what’s in store for him and how he handles this most unfortunate turn of events. Read on for his most recent account:
“….I’m a bit beaten up today. Wind came whistling through last night. Not much different to crossing Bay of Biscay. I was down below when AP (autopilot) put us into a tack. Suspected it may be the masthead unit (MHU) and it was. Had no idea where wind was coming from. Hove to so I could shut everything down and switch to back up MHU (not as good but does the job). Wind increased some more and despite best efforts to slow her down, she was pounding badly. Couple hours later, autopilot puts us into another unintended tack. Sorted it all out and it’s same reason. MHU failed. I checked masthead at daybreak and both MHU’s are gone. Simply blown or whipped off (you can imagine the snapping rapid movements at the top of the mast). Now I’m a bit screwed because I have no wind information, strength or direction. And worst of all, I have no autopilot that can steer by the wind. The only sensor is me. This is hugely frustrating and there is absolutely nothing I can do. It puts me at a massive competitive disadvantage. I was determined to get into top 20, which was a stretch but now really difficult. It pretty much means I’ve got to be hands on deck 24/7, not to mention hand steering most of the time. Maybe a bit of sunshine and a tailwind will boost my spirits. The breeze died a couple of hours back and shifted, so I tacked but it’s headed badly again. Picking up again now, so going to check things out. Hopefully lifting on starboard now.”
Finally, for those interested, here’s an exceptional article written last night by skipper Michael Hennessy telling you what last night was like in a churning storm. It gives you a clear idea of what these skippers have to deal with and no matter the standing, all of them are brave and skilled beyond words.
What life what like last night as a Class 40 solo sailor during a turbulent storm