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Captain’s Log, Day Nine

Catherine Oceano
3 min readMay 28, 2022

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May 27, 2022

Our private Island. Photo credit: Catherine Dunn-Gilbert

Captain’s log, day nine of our first real retirement voyage. Although we aren’t totally retired. And except that I am not the captain.

Today we stayed a second day at the Copeland Islands Marine Park and will be here tonight. It’s blustery as hell which I do not enjoy at all.

This video does not capture it; especially when the gusts with extra power jump in amongst the 25-knot winds. But it gives a bit of flavour.

I think I should clear something up for you. I am a fair-weather sailor. Means I don’t like docking (approaching or departing), anchoring, pulling up the anchor, motoring near other boats, howling wind (or any other kind), unpredictable weather, weird tides that toss us around, hearing Mayday on the radio, random rocks that hide under the water, trying to leap to the shore from a wind-driven dinghy, and the sound of the Captain saying he needs stitches. There are probably more.

So why you ask, am I here? Well, the Captain loves all that shit. Except perhaps when he needed those stitches. But otherwise, it’s all fun…

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Catherine Oceano
Catherine Oceano

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