C h a p t e r V I I
Sailing To Hawaii
Hello San Francisco Vessel Control. This is the vessel Flying Star, Metro, Yankee, Kilo, Niner. Out of San Francisco bound for Kauai."
What a thrill to make that call! After all the work, planning and preparations for this trip, we were actually underway! I was about to fulfill one of the dreams I had lived with for a very long time. We were following the route of the Single-Handed Transpac Race from San Francisco’s Golden Gate Bridge to Hanalei Bay on the north coast of the island of Kauai, which is the most westward of the Hawaiian Islands group. My friend, Frank Dinsmore, was one of the racers, and my crew and I hoped to join him and the other racers at the end of the race. I took a tape recorder with me and each day during the voyage tried to document that day’s activity. In the following account I have tried to reproduce my words from the tape recorder as closely as possible without losing the sense of the moment. When the account needs clarification or some interesting event needs to be expanded, I have added comments as required. We begin the account with Day One.
Day One
June 19, 1982. Vessel Flying Star left Presidio Yacht Club, just inside the Golden Gate, at 0500 Pacific Daylight Standard Time under high, overcast skies and calm conditions. E. Claude Morgan, Captain; Ray Stout, Navigator/Radio Operator; Claudia Halpert, Navigator/Crew Member; Dan Haines, Crew Member.
I was very pleased with the three persons who made up the crew. Ray Stout is a retired engineer with several thousand hours of sailing experience. He is an exceptionally well qualified celestial navigator (fortunately, since the Satellite Navigator later became inoperative when the engine failed and the batteries ran down). Ray is also a ham radio operator and that capability came in very handy. Claudia Halpert is an ER Registered Nurse who also has accumulated a great deal of sailing experience. Dan Haines is a physicist who had no sailing experience prior to the voyage. He had completed a course in celestial navigation and wanted to take this trip to practice his navigation skills. I was able to recruit these people by running an advertisement in the sailing magazine Latitude 38 published in Sausalito, California.
After a good breakfast, the crew is in good spirits; the ship is in good, seaworthy condition and we are well under way. All systems are normal. As of this recording, we are 112 hours outside the Golden Gate passing bay marker number two. The wind is calm, the seas are flat, and we are turning to a compass heading of 204 degrees, true heading 221 degrees. We are still on the engine and making about 5 knots at 1,900 r.p.m. At 0935 Pacific Daylight Savings Time we will be passing the Farallons. We are reading 17.6 miles on the knot log. Very calm seas; very smooth water, and I am putting out the Walker Taffrail Log at this time. We are reading 225 feet on the depthometer.
That depth of 225 feet was about to change drastically. As we passed the most western Farallon Island, the depthometer went blank, which meant we had passed the Farallon Bank and the depth was more than 100 fathoms (600 feet). Ray said, "You can secure the depthometer now." He was right. I turned the power off and did not turn it back on. As we passed over the bank, we were treated to a magnificent show. Cavorting along the bank we saw dolphins, sharks, seals, bait fish, thousands of birds and even a couple of whales. Certainly a most auspicious beginning for our voyage, and we viewed it as a good omen.