Global Voyage

A Story About Sailing Around the World

Ray & Jenny aboard the ketch Suka

3 years, 35,000 miles, Nov 1982 - Jan 1986

Ray & Jenny Jardine

Prologue page 5 of 109

“O world, thou choosest not the better part!
It is not wisdom to be only wise,
And on the inward vision close the eyes,
But it is wisdom to believe in the heart.

“Columbus found a world and had no chart,
Save one that faith deciphered in the skies;
To trust the soul's invincible surmise
Was all his science and his only art.

“Our knowledge is a torch of smoky pine
That lights the pathway but one step ahead
Across a void of mystery and dread.

“Bid, then, the tender light of faith to shine
By which alone the mortal heart is led
Unto the thinking of the thought divine.”

- George Santayana, Sonnet III

Slaying the Dragons (of Sloth)

During my youth, several times each summer my Dad would be away, plodding beneath a ponderous backpack while scaling some rugged and interminable trail leading into the high Rockies. His objective: angling in Colorado's inaccessible, alpine lakes. And almost invariably my brothers and I would be found following close behind, toting little knapsacks of our own. Consequently, my youth was blessed with backpacking and camping adventures galore, and they imbued me deeply with a love of the outdoors.

As a young man, one of my favorite pastimes was reading adventure books, including those of sailing the high seas. Emulating those hearty souls, vicariously, I envisioned that one day I, too, would undertake an around-the-world quest. But because we lived nearly mid-continent, my seafaring had to take place solely between the covers of those books.

In 1967 I graduated from university with a degree in Astronautical and Aeronautical Engineering. Then for three-and-a-half years I worked as a Systems Analyst for a major aerospace firm, while specializing in computer-simulated space flight. During the off hours I could usually be found with a rope tied about the waist, scaling some rocky height. With the passing of time the engineering profession and its confining office cubical began to seem less inspiriting, and the climbing proportionally more so. Eventually I exercised a leave of absence and joined a mountain climbing expedition to the Peruvian Andes. The spirit of the Great Unexplored prevailed, and a month later I returned to the aerospace firm no longer an engineer at heart, but an adventurer.

Quitting the sedentary profession, I began rock climbing full time. As a means of replenishing my coffers I taught happily for Outward Bound for seven summers. Between those summers, and between the intervening spring and autumn rock-climbing seasons in Yosemite, I made winter pilgrimages to the warmer climes of Mexico. There, with various companions I undertook a total of eight sea-kayaking expeditions, paddling typically hundreds of miles per excursion while plying the Baja shoreline fronting the semi-protected waters of the Sea of Cortez. These ocean forays provided an opulent introduction to the ways of seafaring, and one well saturated, (sometimes literally), with the occasional hardships and with the abundant vivacities of maritime roving.

With rock climbing interests and a mathematics and computer programming background, I had invented a climbing safety device I called "the Friend." This later formed the basis for a mountain climbing equipment-manufacturing company called Wild Country, based in England. The product found wide acceptance, and for several years I owned and managed its US distribution.

One evening while relaxing in my Southern Californian apartment an event occurred that instigated an important pivot in my life's story. I was reading Maurice and Katy Cloughley's "A World to the West," a lustrous account of their sailing circumnavigation. At one point Maurice wrote that after a particularly grisly passage between landfalls, he and Katie sailed their ketch into some tranquil lagoon - out there in never never land it seemed - and anchored in its crystal, warm waters. "How good it was to be in," he wrote, "we felt fabulous."

My back-burner dreams of emulating such wayfaring ignited, and the words "we felt fabulous" evoked long-overdue introspection. At the time, my feelings were not quite so ebullient. As an example, while seated in my flashy new sports car, waiting interminably for a traffic light to change at some frenzied intersection, like a hostage I listened to the high-tech stereo blaring interminable advertisements in quadraphonic sound. Despite the air-conditioned comfort, "I felt frustrated," would have been about all that I could have reported. The comparison between the vivacious lifestyle I was reading about, and the lackluster one I was living began urging me out of my prosaic rut. Even though my business was bristling, the unbounded struggle for financial success and security, I had to admit, was not fulfilling any deeper needs.

What would it be like, I pondered dreamily, to leave it all behind and to sail away into the setting sun? Of course, such dreaming was but a chimera, considering my personal exigencies that barred the way. My business, for one, was important; and considering its profitability, turning my back on it would have been an irrefutable act of idiocy.

“I decided to buy a boat and sail it around the world”

Each person navigates through life according to his or her deepest priorities, and mine had begun shifting once again. The call of the Wild was beckoning ever louder. And despite any financial success and its attendant luxuries (and potential ulcers), the coming years threatened to slip past not fully lived. Not to belabor the hackneyed truth, but life is too short. Rather than allow the years to slip past not lived, I owed it to myself to slam my fist onto the proverbial table and to set a goal or two - to pursue something that could make me feel fabulous.

I decided to buy a boat and sail it around the world.

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GV 001: Title Page
GV 002: TOC
GV 003: Dedication
GV 004: Preface
> GV 005: Prologue
GV 006: Beginnings
GV 007: Work Done
GV 008: Making Ready
GV 009: Departure
GV 010: Sailing Credentials
GV 011: First Lesson
GV 012: Sextant Navigation
GV 013: Safety Harness
GV 014: Murphy's law
GV 015: Spirit of Adventure
GV 016: Holding On
GV 017: First Big Storm
GV 018: Storm Intensified
GV 019: Rolling Violently
GV 020: Mizzen Sleeping Bag'sl
GV 021: Freeing the Propeller
GV 022: Visits by Birds
GV 023: Crossing the Doldrums
GV 024: Nearing First Landfall
GV 025: Land Ho
GV 026: Fatu Hiva
GV 027: Trek Inland
GV 028: Anchor Watch
GV 029: Passage
GV 030: Hiva Oa
GV 031: Skin Diving Circus
GV 032: Almost Like a Jungle
GV 033: Polaris Missile
GV 034: Taiohaie Bay
GV 035: Cascade Hakaui
GV 036: Taipi Bay
GV 037: Cyclone Lisa
GV 038: Cyclone Nano
GV 039: Passage of Patience
GV 040: Tuamotu Archipelago
GV 041: Tahiti
GV 042: Cyclone Reva
GV 043: Secret Sharer
GV 044: Moorea
GV 045: Cyclone Veena
GV 046: Aftermath
GV 047: Good Weather in Papeete
GV 048: Huahine
GV 049: Raiatea
GV 050: BoraBora
GV 051: Rarotonga
GV 052: Tonga
GV 053: Fresh Air
GV 054: Tongan Feast
GV 055: Excursion to Maninita
GV 056: Mariner's Cave
GV 057: Fiji
GV 058: Ndravuni Island
GV 059: Mara Island
GV 060: Aneityum
GV 061: Noumea
GV 062: St Elmo's fire
GV 063: Breakwater Reef
GV 064: Bundaberg
GV 065: Life on the Burnett River
GV 066: Engine Sabotage
GV 067: Flying
GV 068: Aground in Round Hill Creek
GV 069: Gladstone Confinement
GV 070: Tropical Queensland
GV 071: Trip into Townsville
GV 072: Cairns Sojourn
GV 073: Cramped Cooktown
GV 074: Lizard Island
GV 075: The San Michelle
GV 076: Lost Mummy Cave
GV 077: Land's End
GV 078: Darwin
GV 079: Christmas Is
GV 080: Passage
GV 081: Cocos Keeling
GV 082: Crossing the Indian Ocean
GV 083: Rodriguez
GV 084: Mauritius
GV 085: Reunion Cirque de Mafate
GV 086: Reunion Cirque de Salazie
GV 087: Passage to Africa
GV 088: Kruger National Park
GV 089: Richards Bay
GV 090: Durban
GV 091: Port Elizabeth
GV 092: Cape Town
GV 093: Storm Passage
GV 094: St Helena
GV 095: Passage to Brazil
GV 096: Fortaleza
GV 097: Passage to Caribbean
GV 098: Bonaire
GV 099: Passage to Panama
GV 100: Panama
GV 101: Panama Canal
GV 102: Medidor
GV 103: Costa Rica
GV 104: Passage to Acapulco
GV 105: Acapulco to Cabo
GV 106: Baja
GV 107: Home Port
GV 108: In Retrospect
GV 109: Next Time
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