The moon rose a few days ago just before the sun so at night there is no moon and dark is really dark. But the stars are so many and so bright and last night the starry sky was alive with action. ‘Shooting Stars’ were flying everywhere about 10 per minute for hours. These incoming bits burning up as they enter earth’s atmosphere are of course not falling stars, thank god, but meteors and in such profusion is called a meteor shower. And if one doesn’t burn up completely and actually lands on the earth its remains are called a meteorite and since there is no land out here we had our ears out for any loud splashes.
Without newspaper delivery, no bars on the cell phone, no WiFi to search the internet we have no way of knowing if this meteor shower was predicted or has a name. We don’t know if the Mayan calendar followers are talking world’s end or what. Time to tune in the shortwave radio. Bits of noise here and there, a garble, an eerie sound like a spaceship is landing and then out of nowhere is the clear voice of a storyteller. But this storyteller seems a little mean. His voice is elevated and occasionally yelling. he’s telling all to repent, the end is near. I wonder if he sees what I see looking into the heavens this starry night. Probably not because I know I’ve heard this same story before. Hell, he might not even be live, could be a recording – a virtual nightmare. I turn the radio off. Who cares if this meteor shower was predicted, has a name or has something to do with the end of the Mayan calendar – these ‘shooting stars’ are mesmerizing and entertaining all by themselves as we sail through this big starry sky tonight.
As the day begins this morning the winds have softened to under 10 knots and we are gliding along at a monohull’s snail pace of 4-5 knots. And at this speed our over-optimistic ETA slows way down but just as I say this the wind has freshened to 11 and we’ve added a knot. So our ETA is ‘up in the air’ but may end up in the wee morning hours of the 15th.
The crew will be working on their suntans again today. Sure I’ll still feed them even though there just lying around napping, chatting and know over the shortwave radio I’ve tuned in our first real radio station LOVE out of Barbados and its Christmas music Reggae-style even the commercials. It’s starting to feel a lot like Christmas – the water is 85.4 degrees and we can’t wait to jump in real soon.
Captain of the INNcredible Sea Lodge