Red sky in the morning at Killiecrankie, sailors’ warning! Only we got a surprise, not the mean old Bass Strait we know and love, but a sedate, slightly boring, flat as a tack crossing, requiring both engines! This was our 24th Bass Strait crossing and the most benign of all.
Although we did not sail much, there was plenty of interest in the sky early in the morning and last thing at night, and different seascapes, with welcome interludes from dolphins and sea birds… oh yes, and lots of snacks and a few catnaps.
With a change in forecast bringing the return of the dreaded westerlies earlier, we pushed on with both engines to get to Lakes Entrance as quickly as possible.
The night was lit up by the Milky Way and a crescent moon, not to mention the oil rigs looking like Christmas trees. Instead of arriving at dawn after multiple watches, we all stayed up and came in at 1.30 am.
It was a bit daunting crossing the bar and entering the Lakes at night. Wade took us in and Chris got us to the Flagstaff Jetty. There were boats there which made it a bit tight to get in. Why aren’t these people working?
We got up in the morning, feeling a bit shell shocked. Ann summed it all up: “From the splendid isolation to suburbia”… It goes without saying we did not hang around there for long and moved to a deserted spot in the Gippsland Lakes to slowly bring ourselves back to reality over the next few days. We will publish one last post to bring together the reflections and impressions of our Summer 2016-17 cruise.
For now, here are some highlights of our passage back to our home port.