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The Call Of Mother Ocean


Some days it’s just easier than others to look at the sea. For some it’s the memorizing rhythm of the waves lapping or in some cases crashing against the shore. For others it is their solice of solitude. And yet for some there is no discernible thing that drives their soul to sit for hours watching and listening to its sound along with the sky and natural lights. That sound that seems to call them while tugging at the very core of their heartstrings. Whatever it is for you please let it drag you from life’s reality and transform you to that place of peace.

It’s been more than a year since we have left the sight of land in Dazzler’s wake. Also leaving behind the bays, the rivers, the marina, the friends and the conveniences of stuff and things being readily available. The sea has a major calming factor for me as we once again feel the power of her lifting us gently above the shoulders of the very large Pacific swell from crest to trough again and again. The visible power of the water as it crashes against the rugged rocky points and land features is immeasurable. We leave the Bay of Islands for our travels toward New Zealand’s South Island to explore the majestic beauty of Marlborough Sound and the many bays and islands associated with that area.

Our journey northward took us first to a stop over in Doubtless Bay for rest before we headed north to round the oh so potentially treacherous northern tip of New Zealand and the infamous Cape Reinga. The place where two seas meet or in some cases collide. The western edge of the Pacific Ocean meets the eastern edge of the Tasman Sea. The few readings we’ve done suggest a wide spectrum of what to expect.

Morning had come and so had our departure from Doubtless Bay. We headed off northward for about 50 miles before we started to see the northern most piece of New Zealand’s North Island. There isn’t much in the way of inhabitants, but we do see a few sparse dwellings. We rounded the northeastern point and headed for the northwestern point and Cape Reinga another 20 plus miles to the west. We can see the Cape Reinga lighthouse in the distance sitting high atop a mountain overseeing the merging of the seas.

As we approached the Cape the first notable sight was violent crashing waves over the reef that projects well over a mile offshore from the actual point of the land mass. Huge breaking waves one after another crashing over the reef leaving little doubt that the sea was in control. Large, long rolling northeasterly swells of two to three meters were lifting us over and over again as the Pacific Ocean was letting the Tasman Sea know who controlled the Pacific. And the Tasman also resounding its repartee with its two to three meter seas from the Southwest.

It appeared as if the current from the Pacific Ocean was too much for the Tasman Sea as we had a steady current pushing us toward Cape Reinga at 3.5-4.5 knots over our speed through the water. Simply put, Dazzler was traveling at 5.5 knots of speed through the water. However, our speed over ground with the addition of the Pacific current was 8.5-9.5 knots per hour. Hold on to your keel bolts! We were very thankful that we were going with the current and not against it.
After rounding the Cape we continued along for almost two hours experiencing the extra push from the Pacific current. There were visible huge patches of upwelling currents all around Dazzler as we headed southward into the Tasman Sea. The visible raw power displayed from where these two oceans meet is incredible. Definitely something hard to imagine unless you were actually experiencing it first hand. I guess it would be like trying to describe the Grand Canyon or Yosemite Valley. Where does one start?

Our travels became mundane for the next few days as we motor sailed southward in light winds. The west coast of New Zealand is said to be on or off. But mostly it is on. By that I mean the winds are rarely light and the Tasman swell is usually large with weather systems lining up to each have a turn at the west coast of New Zealand. One after another after another waiting its turn in queue.

This makes weather planning for passage making a bit tricky. Looking at weather reports from multiple sources sometimes three or four times a day starting a few weeks before our anticipated departure became more like a daily scripture reading from the voodoo master’s handbook. Where do you get an eye of a three legged newt while at sea? I need four of those please. LOL

Somehow, the weather Gods smiled favorably on our journey southward. Calm, beautiful, arctic blue seas, warmer than usual temperatures, sunny days, minimal cloud cover and continuing the same for our entire trip. Well, almost the whole trip. It would seem that we don’t want to get caught out here on Monday. So, we are keeping to motor sailing to ensure a Sunday afternoon arrival in Port Nelson. As always, we can’t foresee the future and not taking into account any wildcards that may present themselves we should have an uneventful arrival on our current schedule.

Port Nelson is located at the southern point of the Tasman Bay at the northern end of New Zealand’s South Island. Our plan is to put into port, top off our fuel and provisions, do a bit of laundry, get a few hot showers and perhaps visit a nice restaurant before starting our travels around Marlborough Sound. To that we have the added bonus of meeting up again with our dear cruising friends Lutz and Gabi of SV SuAn.

Until next time pull out your flip flops or jandels, head to the beach and dig your toes in the sand of your favorite seaside and enjoy being near the largest place on the planet. Mother Ocean!

Cheers!

Captain Dan

What Is “The Good Life”?

When was the last time you gazed upon a starlit sky and saw the Milky Way so clearly that it appeared as a brilliant white path through the sky? When was the last time you sat silently listening to the splashing of the sea as it lapped upon the side of a boat or the wind as it whispered quietly in your ear? When was the last time you felt totally and completely relaxed?

For me that was just last night but I so vividly remember a time in the not so distant past when I could not recall such peaceful moments quite so easily. No, in those days moments like this were extremely rare. In those days my life consisted of strict regiments, time constraints and “forced” relaxation. Yes, in those days I only thought I understood what “the good life” is all about.

Not so long ago I was certain I was happy and my life was amazing. Sure there were some areas that could have been better but I had a great job, close family and friends, a perfect home on the water and I lived in paradise on the west coast of Florida. Of course, my job was pretty stressful and consumed most of my life and I spent much of my “free time” doing chores, running errands and getting on with the business of mainstream life but, I was living “the good life”, right?

Oh how naive I was back then. Yep, I spent my entire adult life trying to get the better job hurry-2119711_1920and make more money so I could buy more stuff and take relaxing vacations. You know, I was chasing the proverbial carrot. After all, if I got that promotion and the salary that went with it then I’d be able to live in an even nicer place, drive a nicer car and take even better vacations. I would be truly successful and fulfilled. Sure, it might be a bit more stressful and consume more of my free time but it would be worth it, right? Isn’t that what life is all about? Isn’t that what everyone wants?

It wasn’t until I moved onto Dazzler that I realized I was one of “those” people. You know the ones, always trying for something more. Always thinking there had to be something better down the road. Always questioning why I didn’t have more no matter how hard I frog-1339904_1920.jpgworked. That was me alright. I worked and worked but it was never enough. The funny thing about it is that I always saw myself as a very down to earth, simple gal. I mean, I lived a pretty low key life without all the frills but somewhere inside I always thought I had to do more, have more, be more. I never really felt like I met my full potential in work or in life; but all that changed when I met Dan and moved aboard Dazzler. That’s when I really learned how life is meant to be lived and what it means to be truly fulfilled. Yes, Dan taught me how to live “the good life.”

As I said when we started this blog in May, giving up everything you own is a very daunting experience. When you have to reduce 49 years of life down to a few duffel bags, you truly get a sense of what matters, at least when it comes to material things. But, it’s not until I started actually living a more simple life that I realized how much I gained in the process. Sure, I gave up “things” but today I’m happier and more fulfilled than I have ever been in my entire life! I’m not happier because I’m not working a full time, stressful job and living the mainstream life. I’m happier because living here has taught me what it means to truly stop, take it all in and appreciate the beauty of each day. Even when we are in all out project mode we stop and take it all in. And, I know what you’re thinking, “that’s easy when you are retired and living on a boat in paradise”, but you’d be surprised. Sometimes even here it’s hard to be stress free unless you make enjoying life a priority; then it makes all the difference. We really don’t sweat the small stuff!

I think as humans we’ve become so accustomed to fretting over each and every tiny detail that we’ve forgotten the pure joy and excitement that comes with the unknown and the unplanned. We’ve forgotten what it means to improvise, to think on our feet, to accept others for who they are, to do without and most importantly, to take care of our neighbors whether we know them or not. When you live like we do, you just don’t forget those things because you are forced to do them every single day and before long they become part of who you are as a person even if you weren’t that way when you got here.

After all, when you are making an overnight passage and your regulator stops functioning and you’re not generating power, you don’t have anyone else to depend upon but yourselves so you improvise, think on your feet and fix it. You do what has to be done with the limited resources at hand. We know. We’ve been there.

If a fellow boater is in distress it doesn’t matter whether they are Democrat or Republican, black, white or fuchsia pink; you stop and help even if you don’t know them. It’s what you do because we depend on each other out here, it’s the right thing to do and quite frankly it’s what we all used to do anyway, isn’t it?

You see, I have found that living with less makes people more grateful, more resourceful, more caring and far more relaxed. When you need less you have more time to enjoy what you do have and truly love. You don’t have to make time or try to find time because you aren’t spending every second working and saving for the dreams of tomorrow. You are actually living them, right now in this moment because, well, you can!

I’m not sure who said this but I recently read a quote that went something like this… “Don’t live the same year 75 years in a row and call it a life.” Hmmm. How many of us have been living the same day, week, month or year over and over like some bad scene out of Groundhog Day? How long are you willing to live the same day over and over just hoping and dreaming that one day it will be different? One day you’ll be retired and get to live “the good life”.

My advice…Don’t wait and definitely don’t let your daily routine rob you of the true joy of life. Life is far too short! Just figure out what truly makes you happy and do it! Go for it! Yes, there will be necessary sacrifices but it will be worth it. I promise! It won’t be long before you start to forget the sacrifices because you’ll be so happy and you will feel so incredibly amazing and fulfilled!

IMG_5960I hope you find whatever it is that truly makes you happy and you make it your priority sooner rather than later. As for me…I found “the good life” is the simple life here with Dan on Dazzler.
Until next time,

Jilly