Thursday, July 30, 2009

playing on the mist of avalon

there are a lot of fun things to do on a tall ship, but this isn't one of them. even a skeptical journalist can get superstitious about donning a 'rescue suit' when one isn't in immediate need of rescuing. apparently, they used to be called survival suits, but some unfortunate person proved that wasn't necessarily the case, and so they rebranded.

this is the linking position one is to assume with one's fellow castaways - feet under armpits. if you get enough of you out there, you can form a little circle. how jolly.

with this helpful information in mind, i set about exploring the mist of a calm sea, we stopped for a bit to enjoy the ocean. a couple of the crew took the dory out for a row - it's that speck in the distance. i hummed and hawed over the wisdom of taking my expensive new camera out in a dory very far from shore, but decided this was likely the one shot i'd get at it.

lemme tell you, the mist is very tall indeed - and long. i got this shot from 30 metres out - doesn't she look lonely on the water?

after we sailed off, i decided to climb the rigging.

the feet photo marks exactly how high i got before i started wondering at what height falling onto water feels the same as falling onto concrete, and decided that was a scientific fact i did not have to discover for myself.

it looks serene from the deck, but up there, everything shakes - i don't think it was just my body. wires wobble, ropes rumble and sails slap at you. still, pretty view.

sailing out of louisbourg, i got a chance to help out on the bowsprit getting the jib ready. that's the little sail that lives at the very front of the boat, and that flies high above the other sails. to raise it, you have to clamber out on the bowsprit and untie it.

the footing is hard, wet rope and the mantra, as always, is Keep Three Points of Contact. if you lift a hand, make sure you've got two feet and a hand touching the boat. and so on. of course, when you're unfurling a jib and taking photos, you just hope to keep No Points of Contact with the ocean rushing past below.
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