SEA Currents: leadership
Out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, Domino’s pizza delivery does not exist. Thinking of civilization back on land is weird. The concept of green pine trees lurk into my mind and then the reminder that I very well may be greeted with snow when I return stuns me, forgetting that was still a thing. As I stand bow-watch and gaze into the dark twilight of the night, I try to recall my life before this. No routine, no set schedule, no meal times, no daily clean/field days and no wake ups.
First day of shadow phase
Dear Family and Friends,
First of all, I would like to start by explaining how surreal this experience truly is. With seasickness long gone, we can now experience and understand the wonders of the sea. The ability to walk on deck at any hour of the day and see nothing but deep blue sea and perfectly clear horizon is an incredible unprecedented experience for me. With no light pollution for hundreds of miles, you are able to see everything from ships in the far distance to a perfect celestial sphere in the night sky.
Halloween comes to the Corwith Cramer
Happy Halloween everybody!
So where to begin so much has happened just today and it’s hard to figure out where to start. I guess I’ll start with this, today was the beginning of phase II, The Shadow Phase. During this phase, we students are given more opportunities to be put into leadership rolls. That could be anywhere from calling the striking or a setting a sail or calling a gybe (that’s a way of turning the boat, mostly used to get ready for science).
Stanford@SEA: Phase 2
It’s Wednesday or Thursday, I’m not really sure anymore, but as I come back to the Bobby C. after a day of wondering around Rarotonga and drinking nice coffee I learn that our ship must leave the harbor earlier than was planned. The reason was that our masts are too tall and they could disrupt the path of the airplanes coming in. This news was pretty startling, since most of our group was still wondering around the island; we were supposed to have two more hours on shore.
The Opposite of Cathedrals
We are sailing once again. Leaving Bermuda was a bittersweet and strange experience. It is hard to describe the feeling of seeing an entire country fade into the horizon as our ship moved further and further into an ever-encompassing cerulean sea. What seemed like an immense and bustling country suddenly lost its grandeur as it shrunk to non-existence behind us. Out here, everything seems both monumental and minuscule.
Taking a Step Back Into the Present
“STRIKE EVERYTHING!!! SET THE RAFFEEE!! DEPLOY THAT NEUSTON BOOM AND GET THAT NET IN THE WATER!!” The mutiny on the Seamans unfolded. Every sail came down at once and Captain Jay watched in horror as the magnificent sail was hoisted way up like a magical pair of underwear before being flipped up into “party hat mode.” With just this small triangular “square sail” we would sail a perfect 2 knots required for the neuston net tow.
Reporting live from the Robert C. Seamans! Guess who is leading the troops this dawn watch as J-WO (Junior Watch Officer)? THE SAVAGE as my fellow teammates like to call me (it is also my last name). This entails overseeing the deck and wellbeing of the ship along with making sure hourly checks (boat checks, engine check, navigation) are being done. Who knew that this would be the most challenging part of this program for me personally?
Almost to Auckland
We spent the night settled in a quiet anchorage in Waiti Bay, on the south east edge of Waiheke Island, the northern limit of Waiheke channel. With four shots of chain out on the port anchor and a mild breeze from the Northwest, we all slept soundly while those who stood anchor watch on deck kept an eye the ship.
Sweet and Salty
After a brief stint in Napier, most of us were surprisingly relieved to return home to the boat and get underway. Though land has its perks (Netflix and espresso in particular), the routine of the boat is comforting and allows ample time for appreciating the beauty around us.
Yesterday, as many of the ship’s company sat enjoying our regular Poetry Time, we were treated to a spectacular sunset, a full moon rising under a pink glow, and dolphins leaping in our wake all at the same time.
A Rugged Wild Coastline
The past few days of coastal sailing brings new a different challenges as well as joys to us onboard the R.C. Seamans. In one watch cycle I went from seeing not a single light at night to monitoring multiple lights from other ships, lighthouses, and navigation aids. Three weeks at sea, and we thought we were experts, but now with shoals to watch for, land and lights to take bearings off of, and other ships to navigate around, we feel like novices again.