Friday, April 18, 2025, 25* Heavy Frost
Islands of ice have again stopped the feeding stream. Silence. Nothing moves but the three. If there was noise to greet the sun, this morning would be a celebration.
On a day like this when my first son was 5 months young sails not filling, we were drifting, waiting for a breeze to hurry us along...it’s known as the doldrums. We could drift for days not seeing another boat standing at the helm hoping we weren’t carried too far from our plotted course. To know where we were, to stay on course we noted the drift and set deviations compared navigational charts longitude and latitude, compass readings to avoid underwater hazards marked only on charts.
At times the radio would broadcast “be on the lookout” messages about boats overdue at expected ports; recorded in our logbook the name of the boat, description, number of passengers, coming from going to.
Those who go down to the sea in ships,
Who do business on great waters;
They have seen the works of the Lord,
And His wonders in the deep.
Psalm 107:23-24 New American Standard Bible
Art: LJ Austin Based on Photo by Chris Austin
