Jangada Too’s last few miles

It’s just gone midnight local time and we’re flying along the south coast of Nantucket island, famed for its whaling history and for the “sleighride”, when a harpooned whale towed the small whaling boat and its crew for miles, before finally succumbing to its fate.  Happily, the current residents and the right whales live more amicably today. (also the name of a 70s album – was it Captain Beefheart? Put me out of my misery, someone!)

We’re having our own sleighride, bombing along at over 7 knots in a brisk sou’westerley breeze about 80° off the port bow, spurring us towards the finish line about 50 miles away, in time for breakfast.  Jangy seems to sense the finish too – she’s got a real spring in her step, nodding to her task and nudging the wavelets aside with steady purpose, refusing to be slowed in her course.  Yippee!!!

Trev