SAILING WITH IMPUNITY
Adventure in the South Pacific
Mary E. Trimble
Copyright ©2015 by Mary E. Trimble
ISBN: 9781311913722
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Sailing With Impunity: Adventure in the South Pacific is a memoir.
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“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
— Mark Twain
Route of 13,000 mile journey of Impunity, from Seattle
through the South Pacific and back home.
Prologue
The boat hummed with built-up pressure. We were going too fast. I hated to wake Bruce, so I waited until the change of watch to call him. Finally, at ten in the morning, I gently shook him awake. He’d only slept for an hour, but that was enough to hold him until two that afternoon when I’d again take the watch and he could sleep a bit more.
Bruce’s eyes flew open and he was immediately awake. I doubted if he ever truly slept while we were at sea.
We were both exhausted. This 3,000-mile leg of the journey from Samoa to Hawaii would be the most difficult of our entire journey. We’d beat against the wind during the whole passage, making the boat climb each wave and then pound the ocean’s surface coming down. During the past three days, we had passed just west of a tropical depression, and the stormy weather tried our patience and made our lives even more difficult.
“We need to shorten sail. We’re pushing the boat too hard.”
Bruce stood and reached for the overhead rail to steady himself against the boat’s crazy lunging. “Okay, I’ll be right up.”
Once on deck, he slipped on his life vest and harness, glanced at the compass to confirm our course, watched the raucous seas for a moment, noting streaking foam atop the 10- to 12-foot waves, and looked up to survey the already reduced mainsail. He stepped to the upper deck and eased the halyard. Leaning against the boom to free both hands, he pulled the mainsail down, preparing to take in another reef.
I stayed in the cockpit to handle the coiled halyard. I heard a loud bang, a noise I hadn’t heard before, and looked up. “Bruce, what was that? Bruce!”
No answer. He wasn’t there. I let out a garbled scream. My worst nightmare! Bruce had fallen overboard! The boat surged ahead as my mind whirled with what I must do. I’d rehearsed it often enough. Forcing myself to think, I went through the steps.
Reverse our direction. I always knew our reciprocal course—180 degrees from the direction we were headed. I had to start the engine. I had to drop the sails or they would work against me. I needed to throw the man-overboard pole, but I had to see him first, so he could get to it. Wait a minute! Was there an electronic box on the pole that I was supposed to set? Oh, God, I can’t remember! My mind screamed with panic.
But where was he? I looked around—I’d lost him already! Had his lifeline failed? The waves were so high, he would be out of sight as soon as two or three swells came between the boat and him.
Truly, I had always thought that if one of us fell overboard, I hoped it would be me. I knew Bruce could find me, I seriously doubted I had the skills to find him.
Impunity’s Sail Plan
Impunity is Ours!
Log entry—October 8, 1988: We’ve found the right boat for us.
Offshore sailing had been a life-long dream of Bruce’s. Ten years earlier, when we’d been married only one year, we fulfilled my dream when we went to Africa and, as Peace Corps volunteers, worked and lived in The Gambia for two years. Now it was time to satisfy Bruce’s dream. Every chance we got we walked the docks at Seattle’s many marinas. Bruce would point out to me boats’ features he liked or didn’t like, explaining the various aspects of boating equipment.
Before we were married, Bruce crewed in local sailboat races. In his late teens, he installed a diesel engine in the tall ship M.S. Explorer, the State of Washington’s bicentennial entry in the New York Tall Ships race in 1976. While in college, he had a part-time job as a rigger for a Seattle boat dealer, and in his current job he designed marine electronics. Bruce was well equipped to own and operate a sailboat.
Soon we imagined that his dream, now our dream, could be a reality. We made a five-year plan with a goal to buy a boat, quit our jobs and take a couple of years to sail, possibly circumnavigate the world.
Once we decided that we could do it, acquire a boat, sell our house, and prepare for a two-year sea voyage, our plans quickly fell into place. Not quite that simple, but much quicker than we’d anticipated. Before we knew it, our five-year plan whittled down to a two-year plan.
The first thing, of course, was to acquire a boat. For months, every spare weekend found us going to seaport communities looking at sailboats for sale. Sometimes, a glance was all we needed to know a boat wasn’t for us. Other times we examined a boat closely, but for one reason or another rejected it. Naturally, Bruce and I viewed potential boats differently. Bruce looked at the engine, the sail configuration and the technical aspects. I looked at convenience, cleanliness, storage, and the smell—I can’t stand the musty smell of an unkempt boat.
Finally, from a picture in a Seattle broker’s window display, Bruce found what he thought might be the boat for us, a Bristol 40. It was more costly than we’d planned. Still, we caught the Anacortes ferry to San Juan Island to check it out. As we walked along the docks at the San Juan Bay Marina, among all the masts swaying in the breeze, Bruce spotted it. “There it is. Boy, she’s a beauty!”
“Where? How can you tell?” All I could see were rows of masts, all looking pretty much alike to me.
“Pier 4. The seventh one down. The yawl.”
The closer we got to Impunity, the more excited Bruce became. We were impressed. The cost was an issue, but we liked everything we saw.
We needed to feel we’d really researched the market. As we continued to travel around looking at sailboats, our thoughts kept returning to Impunity. We revisited San Juan Island to take another look. After having inspected so many boats, perhaps forty or so, coming back to Impunity felt like coming home. The owner met us at the boat, explained a few things and left us alone to crawl through every nook and cranny.
We both knew Impunity had to be ours. Bruce had confidence in its Yanmar diesel engine and her five-foot five-inch draft. Impunity was built in1969 before the oil embargo so her hull and decks were thick fiberglass, unlike many of the more recently built boats. She had tiller st
eering, which Bruce preferred over a steering wheel because tillers had fewer parts that can go wrong. The cabin had high enough overheads that Bruce could stand up, a big plus for him. At nearly six-foot three, he didn’t want to stoop every time he went below deck.
Although the galley was limited, I knew that to be typical and felt I could cook in its compact space. On a boat in motion, it’s an advantage to be able to have everything within easy reach. I loved the interior and appreciated its cleanliness, which was unlike many of the vessels we had seen.
Forty feet long, Impunity had beautiful lines. As a yawl, it was similar to a cutter but with an aluminum mizzen mast located aft (in back) of the rudder post.
The 58-foot keel-stepped aluminum main mast went all the way through the cabin deck to the keel. She had a blue hull and white decks and exterior cabin. The cockpit was large, with sail and gear storage areas to port (left) and starboard (right) the entire length of the cockpit and a lazarette on the aft deck. (NOTE: Lazarette means storage locker. For this and other nautical terms, please refer to the Glossary on page 216. Cushions covered the cockpit lockers, making ample seating. The cockpit also featured a lovely collapsible mahogany table.
Bruce was impressed with the boat’s dodger, a sturdy wood-framed arch covered with heavy canvas. The dodger, about six feet long stretched from port to starboard and was attached to the cabin. Most of the boats we’d seen didn’t have a dodger, and at the time I didn’t appreciate its usefulness for protection from the elements.
Another feature I didn’t appreciate until much later was its teak boarding ladder. While in port we would simply step down into the cockpit, but when boarding from a dinghy, a boarding ladder makes life easier. Having a solid wood ladder was superior to using a rope ladder, which many boats had.
Impunity came with sails adequate for offshore cruising:
Mainsail, 295 square feet, 7 oz dacron
Mizzen, 61 square feet, 7 oz dacron
Drifter, 427 square feet, 1.5 oz nylon
Genoa Jib, 325 square feet, 5 oz Dacron
Working Jib, 274 square feet, 8 oz dacron
Storm Jib, 105 square feet, 10 oz dacron
StormTrisail, 90 square feet, 10 oz dacron
Spare Working Jib, 243 square feet, 6 oz dacron
Spare Mainsail, 317 square feet, 7 oz dacron
The boat’s railing consisted of stainless steel posts threaded with stainless steel cable. Both the bow and stern pulpits had stainless steel railings.
The main companionway entered through the galley area with sink, stove and storage lockers to port. The galley had both freshwater and saltwater pumps, and two 33-gallon freshwater tanks, plus two five-gallon freshwater jugs. An icebox was to starboard beneath the navigation station. Companionway steps housed the engine. The boat had a 32-gallon diesel tank.
Notice I mentioned icebox and not refrigerator. Impunity originally had a refrigerator but the previous owner got so tired of making repairs in port while his family was ashore having fun, he literally threw it overboard while in Central America. He claimed it was the best move he ever made. The family no longer relied on eating like they were back in the United States, and much time and worry were saved. I’ll admit, not having a refrigerator took a little getting used to, but in the end we were glad to have this arrangement. The icebox, the only thing left of the original refrigerator, was used only the first few days of a passage and once the ice melted, it was simply another storage area. We’d buy fresh food when we arrived at landfalls.
Forward of the galley to port was a “D” shaped rich mahogany dinette which converted to a berth, with storage lockers beneath and behind. To starboard was a settee that could be used as a single berth with lockers below and drawers behind. Convenient shelves and compartments were also built from well-preserved, rich mahogany.
Impunity’s gorgeous mahogany woodwork, called brightwork, had been well-maintained. The closet, or hanging locker, seemed small, but at sea, Bruce assured me, the locker would be adequate. Plenty of drawers and compartments could hold clothes and supplies.
Forward of the dinette to port, the head, spacious by yacht standards, also had thirteen drawers and compartments.
The bow housed a V-berth, wide at the head, narrowing with the bow of the boat at the foot of the bed, and had storage space along the bulkheads. It was a large area and suited us perfectly.
Navigation tools consisted of a Transit satellite navigation system, radio direction finder, knot meter and compass. Other equipment included was an EPIRB (emergency beacon), an Aries wind vane, depth sounder, and VHF radio.
Impunity didn’t have a lot of the latest in fancy sailing accessories, but its sturdy bareboneness was a plus. There were fewer things to go wrong, with more reliance on essential sailing skill. What we saw was a strong ship with beautiful lines and functional equipment.
The owner returned after a couple of hours and asked if we would like to take her out. The wind wasn’t particularly good for sailing, but we got a good feel for Impunity and knew we had found the boat of our dreams. We returned to the Seattle broker, made an offer and paid our earnest money. The owner accepted our offer and sailed Impunity from San Juan Island to Seattle so that we could have the boat surveyed with a close inspection to determine its integrity. Depending upon the outcome of the survey, we would agree on a final price. We had now taken a major step of the many yet to come. It was scary dealing with so many unknowns, but we both felt confident that we were heading in the right direction.
There were a few things the surveyor found that needed correction. In every case, Bruce said he would take care of those items, preferring to have the price lowered, but also preferring to do the work himself, to know that it was done to his satisfaction. After we agreed on a price and managed the myriad of financial, insurance, and filing requirements, we’d hurdled the first obstacles acquiring a boat
On a sunny Saturday, October 8, 1988, we picked up our boat from the brokerage at Lake Union in Seattle. Impunity was ours! We motored across Lake Union, passed through the Mountlake Cut and entered Lake Washington. Elated, I stood at the helm while Bruce dashed around the boat checking on our navigation systems, the engine, the knot meter. We raised the sails and shut off the engine. We were under sail! We tacked to the north end of the lake, then dropped the sails and turned on the engine to bring her into the Harbour Village Marina in Kenmore, Washington.
When we shared our news with family and friends, we didn’t mention our ultimate goal to circumnavigate, preferring to wait until our plans were firm. We let them think it was for boondocking around Puget Sound, maybe occasionally venturing farther. Never mind that Impunity was a sea-going vessel, overkill for Puget Sound waters.
We needed to sell our house. A few months into our search for a boat, we’d sold our “little house,” our first home. We had lived in that house while Bruce worked for an electronic repair company and I was Admissions Director at Divers Institute of Technology in Seattle’s Ballard District. During our two Peace Corps years in Africa we rented out the little house. After we returned from Africa, we again lived there while Bruce worked at a marine electronics firm and I went to college. Once I finished college, we bought what we called the “big house” and again rented out the little house. I worked as a computer programmer/analyst at Safeco’s corporate headquarters in Seattle.
Our renters at the little house gave notice that they planned to buy their own home and that they would be moving. We’d come to the realization that we weren’t the landlord types, so it was perfect timing. We put the little house on the market and it sold immediately. Now, we needed to sell our current home, a house I loved.
For a few months we drove back and forth from Seattle to Kenmore, about a half hour’s drive, to spend time on the boat. We began taking Impunity out, testing her and learning her ways on Lake Washington’s fresh water. In the summer that was quite pleasant, but in the winter my enthusiasm dwindled. My hands ached from handling lines in the cold.
“We’ll get into warm weather as we near the South Pacific,” Bruce promised.
Finally, we announced to family and friends our ultimate goal. Some weren’t surprised, some were shocked that we would take such drastic steps to achieve a dream. Many couldn’t believe we would both quit good jobs and give up our lovely home. Sometimes I wondered about it myself. Going to Africa had been my dream fulfilled; cruising was Bruce’s. If we were going to do it, now was the time. Sailing takes a lot of stamina and we weren’t getting any younger. We both believe that when things come together smoothly, it’s an indication you’re on the right track. There was no denying that our plan was developing almost faster than we could keep up.
For tax purposes, we waited until after the first of the year to finalize the sale of our home. It was the perfect house, with four bedrooms, a fully finished mother-in-law apartment downstairs and roomy upstairs. People thought we were crazy to sell it. I had four grown children from a previous marriage. While daughter Bonnie attended college, she lived in the apartment downstairs, ideal for her. Then, after she graduated and moved, son Jeff, his wife and 10-day old baby girl had moved in for several months while he transitioned from Army to civilian life.
To keep up the responsibilities of a house while we cruised was not feasible—so much could go wrong and we couldn’t burden a family member for the time we would be gone. Besides, we needed the money from the house sale to pay off the boat. We wanted to do this project outright with no lingering debts. By selling the house we paid off the boat and had money in the bank. Selling our home of five years was hard for me and I shed many tears. Still, I agreed it was the thing to do. Following a dream isn’t always easy.
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