The High Life…

The reports from Hula Girl in her offshore cruise from Hawaii to California continue to roll in.  They are well into the Pacific High, looking for the eastern side of it and the fresh breezes there to take them home.

Friday August 8

It seems with all of the hurricanes, tropical depressions and typhoons stirring to the south of us there is just no wind left for us folks sailing up north! We have lost count as to how many hours we have been motoring – the log knows but I can’t stand to look. Right now we are humming along at 8.5 KT and the sea is glassy. When I say no wind I really mean no wind. Let’s hope something changes soon. Jasper assures us that there will be wind in our future. So far he has not let us too far astray so we continue to trust his prediction, but we are formulating a back-up plan… If we can make it to the 400 mile mark off-shore we are hoping the coast guard can do a Gordo’s burrito air drop to us. 

The fishing gods are taunting us daily. Today we had what looked like two medium sized tuna jumping out of the water right by our lures chasing each other but not the wonderful faux food we had to offer. Tonight looks like another pasta night.

But with all of that said spirits are high and we are happy to report that we only had one more small prop tangle, which given the early hour of the morning and the water temp, Jasper get’s extra credit for volunteering to be dunked. Brrrrrrr. He had us up and running again in five minutes. We have passed a colossal amount of trash and tangles of nets/ropes and other hazards…

If you need to find us try 35 23.627 by 135 11.651 and please bring some fresh vegetables….


Sparky signing off…