Emulating Columbus and Magellan before us, our small squadron set sail on its voyage of adventure early this morning with all systems functioning properly. Bo had forgotten his cell phone at home, so Maka'oi'oi was about a half hour later than Puanani in casting off.
The trade winds were blowing with a vengeance, so we prudently tied a reef into the mainsail as we hoisted it, and only unrolled a scrap of jib to speed us along on the broad reach to Waimea Bay. Puanani was similarly reefed and both boats had a quick, pleasant, and scenic sail down the coast. The wind always peaks off of Kahuku (they put the windmills there for a reason), and Puanani reported seeing 37 knots. Neither boat caught any fish. We never caught Puanani, but we cut the corner on them during the jybe off of Kahuku and sailed a shorter distance. We gained a little bit but it seemed like both boats were sailing at about the same speed.
Puanani and Maka'oi'oi are now anchored 200 feet apart right in the middle of Waimea Bay. We are the only boats here, and it is as flat as I have ever seen it. We will spend a day here and then depart tomorrow at sunset for Kauai.
Did I mention that all systems were working? Never mind. We've noticed the past couple of days while wrestling with the alternator that the recently installed photovoltaic system on Maka'oi'oi was spending more time in "sleep" mode than Rip Van Winkle. I dug into it this afternoon, and the system is dead, not sleeping. We will look into the problem tomorrow.
Both boats are settling quickly into to cruise mode. We busted out some beers after the anchor went down to celebrate cheating death one more time. Kara, Clay, and I have had a swim to the beach, and Kara has already kicked my okole at cribbage.
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