Have you ever wondered how people come up with the name of their vessel? I mentioned to my kids that maybe we should give our Laser a name. I was called clever epithets such as “Noob” and “Embarrassing”. “You don’t name a Laser. Everyone will think you are a dork,” said my son. “No," my daughter countered, "Everyone will finally know that you are a dork.”
This is the third installment from Salty who has been sailing in the South Pacific this winter with an old friend. Last we heard, he was enjoying his stay in Tonga.
With the exception of leaving Big Mama, we were anxious to leave Tonga and head south to our final destination, New Zealand. An almost eerie sound resonated from the jungle like motu. It seemed like the hundreds of birds singing in low tones were saying good bye as we pulled the anchor at first light and headed out through the pass to far away Auckland.
Editor’s note: Salty is spending his winter months sailing with friends in the South Pacific. This is his second report of this trip.
The next stop in my journey was to meet up with Double X, the boat my old friend Sam Rehnborg was sailing to the South Pacific. Sam invited me to join him and I jumped at the opportunity to travel to places I hadn’t seen in many years. Since sailing under the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco in mid-July, Sam and Double X had visited the Marquesas, the Tuamotus and Bora Bora, and now lay at anchor in Moorea’s Cooks Bay.