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SEA Currents: SSV Robert C. Seamans

November 28, 2014

Who knew laundry could be such good exercise?

Kate Hruby, C Watch, University of New England

The Global Ocean: New Zealand

One of many staircases at the Wellington Botanic Garden

Ship's Log

Current Position
41°17.1’S x 174°46.8’E

Weather
Cloudy

Sail Plan & Course/Speed
Docked at Queens Wharf in Wellington, New Zealand

Today began differently for the SEA student by the name of Kate Hruby. Instead of waking up, questioning the port agenda for the day, enjoying breakfast,  cleaning the ship, and then heading to town like the rest of the students, she oh-so-bravely decided to take on not only the hose, bucket, and soap… but also the most feared nemesis of them all: dirty laundry.

Pre-breakfast, I waddled up on deck with the enemy at arm’s length. I made it through the first battles of socks and t-shirts with almost no problems, even stopping mid bacteria-wounding to wield the “ship, shipmate, self” mantra and do a deck wash. At what I thought was the end of the saga, my laundry was hanging to dry on the bow, hiding from humanity in shame (and to keep us as classy as possible for bystanders. I know my Costco socks are prime ornamentation, but others might not understand the beautiful modern art of an item that keeps feet warm).

We spent the day in conversation with staff at the Department of Conservation, visited the Wellington Botanic Gardens, conducted research for our Maritime History and Culture papers, and explored the New Zealand life while still obviously being tourists. I put my laundry from my mind, knowing that there was nothing to do for the moment but hope that I returned to find the battle was still in my favor and that all had dried.

But, alas, I grew too confident in my luck and by dinner, it had begun to rain. Normally on the ship, the mentality of rain and laundry is “oh, no worries, it’s just another rinse.” But that most applies when rain comes in the morning. When the sun has set, any damp clothes only means that you will have a water-soaked snuggle partner for the night, which is about as cozy as it sounds. So I ran. Ran to save my pride and any hope of good smells and dry bunks for the future.

My run to rescue the drying laundry, and therefore early arrival back on the ship, led to an awkward interruption of crew family dinner. But the lull in the conversation caused by my unexpected entrance was soon filled with tales of Captain Rick’s escapades and one of my fellow student’s brilliant accent regime (*cough cough* Nina Whittaker). And my clothes were saved! Only a few
sprinkles to add to the unresponsive dirt stains.

Always a happy ending.
Kate

P.S: Anna Bute says “Happy 33rd Anniversary Mom and Dad! Love and miss you bunches!”

Categories: Robert C. Seamans,The Global Ocean: New Zealand, • Topics: s256  port stops  new zealand • (1) Comments

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#1. Posted by Paul F Ross on November 28, 2014

Hello from Kate Hruby’s Granddad (writing) and Grandmom, now in Bellevue WA.  Back from our Thanksgiving Day travels, back online, I read the Robert C. Seamans’ blogs for 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, and 28 November ... catching up.  From Dad and Mom, we learned that you had climbed to the top of the mast (not while at sea, but while at dock) to furl sails.  Having done that, why was the laundry (that needed drying) not up there where the breezes could do their best?  I realize laundry is a bit difficult to retrieve from that vista when it’s raining.

Yesterday, Thanksgiving Day in the US as well as aboard the Robert C. Seamans, Dad, Mom, Uncle John, Aunt Berdie, Grandmom, and I were the entire family gathering in Ferndale WA for red cabbage, steamed squash, turkey, filling, cranberry/pineapple salad, and pies of pumpkin, apple, and pear varieties.  Conversations (about managing the John-and-Berdie 110,000 patient family-care clinic, the form in which Obama care will survive in 2015, my survey of hearing capabilities in our senior community of 127 people, Andy’s trucking business, computer-based systems for keeping medical records, and the relatively high water table in the meadow below their home following generous recent rains, voice-to-text software that Uncle John uses to dictate medical records for his patients that displays itself on screen as he dictates, their 1995 hike to base camp at K2 in Pakistan) filled our time together.  This morning, we wakened to clear skies to the north and sunshine on the new snow on Mount Judge just across the border in Canada.  Grandmom harvested some local (evergreen) branches for our seasonal household decorations during her morning walk.  Several puzzles were assembled by Berdie, Sherri, and Susanne in the two days together.

We love hearing about the sea-creatures netted and counted, the mung eliminated, the adaptation to life in eight-hour shifts that is a part of life at sea, the “D-sail,” and the landlubbers who pass the Robert C. Seamans while she is at dock, admiring her ship-shapeness.

While you’re at sea for the next three weeks, your parents will be at home for two weeks, Mom perhaps visiting us in a displaced-date celebration of Christmas, then will fly to New Zealand, tour the north island, meet you as you do your voyage-ending docking, and whisk you off to more touring of the north island before flying home.

We look forward to the stories you’ll be “talling” and the photos you’ll be sharing.  Greetings and good fellowship to all aboard the Robert C. Seamans.

Granddad for Grandmom and me


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