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SEA Currents: SSV Corwith Cramer
July 17, 2015
Looking for “Le Wifi”
48.05.734 x 04.19.353
Description of location
Docked at Port de Rosmeur, Douarnenez, France
Weather / Wind / Sail Plan (from 1300 Watch Change)
partly sunny skies
Marine Mammals Observed last 24hrs (estimate of totals)
do canines count?
My quest for “le wifi” was unsuccessful yesterday. So much for my Skype date. It was probably for the better (sorry honey). Honestly, I love being able to talk to my loved ones for free over the internet during port calls. However, while prepping for a class on the backstory of the Beaufort Scale, which is an ordered set of descriptions mariners have used to determine wind force based on observed conditions since Darwin’s voyage on the HMS Beagle (I miss you, Wilbur and Freyja!), I ran across the following:
“ [Admiral Francis]Beaufort interacted with things, not representations of things. Beaufort lived an un-virtual life...”
In case you’re wondering, those lines are quoted from Scott Huler’s Defining the Wind (New York. Three Rivers Press. 2004 n.p. Kindle Edition). Is the fact that I’m in grad school obvious yet?
I spend a lot of time reading these days. I guess working on an English Ph.D. does that to people. I love the rush of ideas associating, but equally the feel of noticing, doing or making. One of the most difficult and delightful things about my time aboard the Cramer has been the relearning and remembering of ways of looking, watching, doing, and interpreting that I practiced actively when I spent a lot more of my time sailing. I suppose I shouldn’t beat myself up about the atrophy of those eyes (coinciding as it does with the worsening of my vision from All. That. Reading.), and the
perceived lack of speed with which they’re getting back into shape, but I do.
Enough deep thoughts. I didn’t find “le wifi” yesterday, but here are some of the things I did find:
-A traditional sardine lugger sailing into the channel between Ile Tristan and Treboul—and onto her mooring—with consummate grace and class.
-A powerfully built grey pit bull named Bertie Blue who started wiggling with glee when he saw me cross the street and who gave me kisses and high fives galore.
-A sudden understanding of French leading to belly laughs (and a much-needed ab workout) over a joke about glace de les moules (mussel ice cream). Yes, Mom, you actually made me a mussels and whipped cream sandwich when I was 5 and yes, I actually ate it.
- Toasts with shipmates after regaining something of my composure.
Sitting at a café overlooking the Port de Rosmeur, hooked up to “le wifi,” I’m finally about to Skype my husband. I realize that this stage in my post would be the perfect time to deliver some pithy meditation or life lesson. I don’t have time for that because my call is about to go through, but I know that because of yesterday’s unintentional Skype-date stand-up and the re-tuning of my senses, I’ll have a lot more to say.