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SEA Currents: SSV Robert C. Seamans
November 28, 2014
Who knew laundry could be such good exercise?
41°17.1’S x 174°46.8’E
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.
P.S: Anna Bute says “Happy 33rd Anniversary Mom and Dad! Love and miss you bunches!”