Kia Ora from the Hauraki Gulf! This morning the Bobby C. awoke in a calm bay
off Great Barrier Island (some students mentioned that they had slept worse last night without the rocking and bumping of the boat that we’ve become accustomed to). After a groggy breakfast of cereal and bananas, we started Field Day —the deep clean of the boat. Pots and pans were scrubbed up on deck, heads were thoroughly bleached, trash cans were emptied, soles (floors) were swept and mopped, wood surfaces were cleaned and polished until the whole ship shined. We fueled up with some wraps and leftovers. In the galley, there was much discussion of the greyish color of the roast beef cold cuts, but they were heartily demolished by the hungry students. From there, A Watch took over on deck as we set sail again to leave Great Barrier Island and head for Napier. Many sails were set, including the elusive raffee, dolphins made their typical late afternoon appearance, and the layout of over seventy lines on deck was studied in preparation for our “pin chase” line identifying race tomorrow. After a dinner of soup, focaccia, and salad (a staple for the early days of seasickness), B Watch took over for the 1900 to 0100 shift. As today’s Student Steward (aka Stu Stew), I spent the day in the galley. I was woken at 5:45 to begin the culinary art of setting out cereal boxes and laying out cold cuts and tortillas. I spent the afternoon chopping vegetables and chatting with the Stewards, Ashley and Morgan. If I decide to become a hermit to society, I think I would be very happy as a steward on a sailboat. Having started settling into a ship routine, S-312 is learning loads each day. We’re starting to be able to gybe without much instruction from the crew, watch changeover has reached a smooth flow, and boat checks – even crawling around the depths of the engine room – has become almost second nature. After much anticipation, my classmates and I can confirm that we chose the right way to spend our fall semesters. Love, Cricket Cannell (Dartmouth College) P.S. A few notes to the outside world: Mom, Dad and Evie: Happy belated Thanksgiving and happy belated birthday, Dad! Hurts my heart to have not spent it with you, but I know you have happy thoughts of me out on the sea. Being here makes me think of Petepop a lot, his connection to S.E.A. and the photo of him smoking a cigar on a sailboat. Also, I have yet to feel seasick, so you can cast out nightmares of me hurling off the stern from your mind. Can’t wait to squeeze you three in Webberginny. Meredith: I miss you terribly. I got to read your third letter today (origami!) which, as always, is a rose for the day. We’ve eaten a lot of focaccia here, so I’m raring to make some with you in Roch. ADIDAS (all day I dream about slithering).