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Testarossa - Last Day at Sea Prior to Azores Landfall / Thurs - Fri 26-27 May 2016 //



Testarossa Daily Message: Last Day at Sea Prior to Azores Landfall / Thurs - Fri 26-27 May 2016 //
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"Land Ho!"
Cry of the sailing lookout, since time immemorial

The day prior to making landfall is always special. To be sure - you can feel it in the air – in our case literally, as we were still making a good 9-10 knots ship's speed and over ground on a good breeze. But what we mean is, the excitement of the crew was palpable. Everyone was excited and giddy about finally making it to the Azores. Plus, I think we were all exhausted, and tired of living "on the edge"...we were ready for the heel to stop! What does all this mean?

We couldn't sleep that well the night before, inspite of everything. And for various reasons:
The proverbial wedgie in the starboard aft cabin, the angle in the starboard right cabin, the pounding in the forward cabin (Captains), the various noises in the main cabin, etc etc. You get the picture.

On the early watch, I quote: "It rained, we saw nothing, and nothing happened." So there you have it nothing to report there...

Coming up on watch just after midnight, it was a watch like any other, except for the fact that we were rapidly coming up on our destination. 80 miles remaining. 60 miles remaining. 45 miles remaining. 32 miles remaining. By this juncture, my watch mate - Babalou was sound asleep in his slickers. He always slept catty corner on the upwind (high) side of the cockpit - his feet propped up on the center console / dinning table, his head thrown back pointing skyward, as if he was checking the sails, but we knew better, his snores a dead give away.

A dark night with no moon, and overcast skies, I could only just make out the horizon. It twas a dark night indeed. A lot of ship traffic was showing up on our AIS - but try as I might, no visual contacts were observed. And the ship cracked onward! Heeled over and shuttering, the waves and foam swept by as we continued to make good headway on a stiff breeze.

The dawn was coming and I knew we were getting close, but where oh where were the Azores. Not so much as even a light visible! 28 miles. 22 miles. I knew the islands had quite a bit of relief, so I expected at least to see some lights up on the hills if even the coastline was yet obscured by the earth's curvature. Alas - nothing. And then a flash. Was it a ship? A lighthouse? Who knows - nothing again. 19 miles. 16 miles. Cell Phone reception! At this point - You're there! Who cares about actually seeing the land. Well at least in the modern technological sense you're there. "Azores!" message sent out hurriedly to friends n family. By my calculations, it had to at least be 0200L back at home.

As the day comes on, the skies are starting to brighten to the eastward, but still no Azores. Baffling. Ahead is a large area of dark gray and clouds - it looks like a large storm cell. A Historical aside here is necessary: When early explorers were searching for the Azores - rumors of the times, held that there were islands in this general vicinity - some portuguese explores actually found some islands - jagged rocky outcroppings at best - which they appropriately nicknamed, "The Ants." They did not spot, but only a close distance away, some of the main islands just beyond. The expedition returned home...a disappointing failure.

By this time, we are really getting close. 15 nautical miles to go! Almost as if by some grand internal alarm clock, everyone below starts to stir. Coffee! For all hands! As the Captain and crew comes topside. And the work of landing the ship comes to life. Navigation preps. Lines and fenders. Furl the headsail (when close ashore).

Through the mist and dark clouds, "Land Ho!" the Captain sings out. There! There she is! Azores off the Port bows! Now we are really there! The time is 0655L.

The sights are truly breathtaking. Clear skies behind us, brightening as the day comes on, the dark gloomy skies and mist shrouding the Azores just ahead. The beauty is breathtaking as more of Failal island heaves into sight. Thar! Thar she blows! Puffs of - is it smoke? No - it is the "blow" of two whales is just off the Starboard bows. We peer into the morning mist, but do not seem them directly. Thar! On the port side, another - this time much smaller. Again, we don't sight them directly, but just see there presence.

Rounding the southern point of the island of Failal, a huge caldera greets us. Amazing in its sheerness, as it rises straight up out of the ocean. Through the mist, the green patchwork of fields in lush green-ness rise up at an angle. It reminds one of Ireland, or perhaps an Atlantic Galapagos Islands. Truly a sight to behold, we are all awed at this beauty. Around the corner, the picturesque vista of the town of Horta greets us, neatly built small white buildings stretching along the coast and up the hillside.

A light rain begins, as we go forward to drop the mainsail and get out fenders deployed. Meanwhile, its a "Sausage party" in the cockpit, as Lorrie frantically airs up all of our great big fenders (they are inflatables). Motoring in, we round the point and begin to come alongside the customs pier. A large swedish sailing ship, 3-masted square rigger is just coming in to our right. It's a race! No room on the pier, we are redirected to the docks. Needling our way through the anchorage, we are ruly, finally here, Failal Island, Town of Horta, Azores.

Landfall was made at 0950L.

Ship's work commenced at 1010L. It's great to be ashore, but there is work to do aboard.

Testarossa sends our compliments, From the Azores,
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