I will print your post off and tuck it in my wallet. When I finally get to go and if all does not go well. I will pull it out and read it. Sort of a "I told you so to go".
Some people never have the courage to shove off from shore. Maybe the 8 days was not a failure as you feel it was. I have had some bad days on terra firma. Why did you not give me a heads up.
Maybe I am reading your first post wrong? I take that as a sly insult. I bet you were a favorite of your teachers. If I am wrong then my apologies before hand.
I think when you lose everything you own, because you are not prepared, and your boat is not prepared. That it is truly a failure. A failure of being prepared.
I was in some weather very simliar to this youngman. I was furling a sail when it raised throwing me oveboard. I was lucky when the boat fell off a wave it snapped me back onto the boat compressing my spine. My jackline saved my life. I could not move for 12 hours wedged in the corner of the cockpit. Sail down, and motor idling I was running out of fuel with nealy 100 miles to get to port.
There was fuel in cans, but I was frozen because of my back. A cruise ship came over the horizon blazing with lights. They came alongside as dawn began to lighten the sky. I held the mic in my hand to the VHF considering asking someone to fill my tanks. They came so close I could see people eating breakfast looking at me. I was sure they were talking about me. Look at the man in his boat, and thinking how lucky I was. Little did they know.
I have been shot on the street, passed a kidney stone, and had my fingers smashed from my hand by thugs. You put these three together, and none of it came close to my pain that night. How many times do you urinate in the night? If you can't move where will that take place. That's right on yourself.
I could not bring myself to call out to the ship. It was my boat, my problem. I put myself there, and I had to get myself out of there. It was my pride for who I am. I either had to go alone, or stay at home I chose to go alone, so there I sat in a puddle with an oppurtunity for call out for help. Tears filled my eyes as I watched the ship disappear. I was alone again, and alone with everything I owned.
I gently placed the mic back into the cradle, and with my arms alone I pulled myself from the cockpit. With a little help from my feet I got myself onto the roof of the house. You never heard the such cursing, or probably never witnessed a grown man cry like I did from the pain. Eventually I got to the cans, and my back started to pop. Each time it popped the pain calmed.
I rolled to the other side of the boat with a can in my arms, and placed the can near the open deck fitting. At the shrouds I pulled myself up with some help from my legs.. I wasn't steady, and my shoulders rested against the shrouds. I lifted the can, and when I placed the can outside of the shrouds my back sounded like a small string of firecrackers. Half the pain was gone. I could now crawl, and I got another can, and once again when I placed it outside of the shrouds to lift. My back began to pop, and half the pain again was gone.
Slowly I made my way below. I cleaned myself, and changed clothes. I grabbed something to eat, and propped myself up in the cockpit. I cursed myself, I cursed the boat, and I cursed the weather. I thought when I get to port of walking away. I sat there for half a day bending, and stretching along with a lot of cursing.
Then I felt a little breeze on my cheeks. I turned Frolic up into the wind, and cursed as I raised the main. I turned down wind, and unfurled the jib. The next morning I found myself rounding the arches in Cabo. Furling the sails, and motoring into a quiet marina.
To this day my back hurts, and that was Dec. 22nd 93. Sometimes my leg goes numb, and my breathing is difficult. When this happens I think of that black night with my body suspended over the lifelines. Thinking in slowmotion that I was about to be drug to a drowning death by my own boat. Sailing is not a slick magazine cover.
That magazine cover is your reward. Sometimes it is easy, and sometimes it is not. Before this youngman left I gave him 2 pieces of advice. Never let a schedule force you to leave in bad weather. Always remember it is a marriage between you and your vessel. You take care of her, and she will get you to your destination safely.
He forgot to take my second advice, and he left her adrift.
Someone said it much better. His problem was equivalant to a flat tire on a stormy night. He could have sat tight if he had been prepared. He wasn't prepared, so he got sick, and then fear set in, and then he pushed the answer to all problems button on the EPIRB.
Sailing offshore is a challenge, and especially if you choose to do so alone. When you choose to to take on a challenge you better be prepared to face it. I don't complain about the rescues of skiers, hunters, and even sailors. When you refer to YOU TUBE, and there should be only 15 mph winds on a 2200 mile passage. Then Mr. you are not even close to being prepared.