
March 21, 2010 - In January we looked in on three young women who were in various stages of ocean going voyages. 16 year old solo-circumnavigator Jessica Watson was about to round Cape Horn in her 34' sailboat. Abby Sunderland, also 16, was about to set off from Los Angeles for a round-the-world voyage in a 40' sailboat. And Katie Spotz, a 22 year old college student from Ohio, was ten days into rowing across the Atlantic from east to west. Here's where they are today:
Jessica Watson is in the home stretch. 1/2 way across the Indian Ocean with roughly 5,000 miles to go. She hopes to reach Sydney by the middle of May. In her most recent gale she had 15-foot seas and 40 knots of wind. With over 1 million people following her blog each week she has achieved fame. Observers such as Phil Lutton of the Sydney Morning Herald are already counting the money she'll make in sponsorship opportunities when she returns home. She's sailing a solid but slow 1974 Sparkman & Stephens 34. Read Jessica's blog here.
Abby Sunderland, is in the 58th day of her voyage off the coast of southern Chile. Leaving Marina Del Rey in Southern California she's been heading due south toward Cape Horn. She was off the coast of Chile during the recent earthquake and the tsunami-that-wasn't passed under her keel. Her boat is a finicky and fast Open 40 racing sloop. Read Abby's blog
here.
Katie Spotz completed her transatlantic row on March 17th landing in Guyana after setting out from Senegal 2.5 months earler (image from her website above). Here's her account of her landing:
“Welcome to Guyana” – a sentence I’d been waiting to hear for 70 days, 5 hours and 22 minutes!
It appeared as darkness fell, starting as a soft glow on the horizon. As the night progressed, it turned into dotted lights and, by the morning, had turned into trees and buildings. Even hearing new sounds that I hadn’t heard for two months was a revelation. As relieved as I was to see land, I didn’t allow myself to become too excited until my feet were planted on terra firma, as I knew these final miles could be the most treacherous.
When I got to within four miles of the end, I immediately realized it was a different day to the rest of them when a helicopter appeared overhead and, the best thing of all, a boat full of friendly faces, including my dad and brother. But that wasn’t the end of the challenge, as the final approach into the Demerara River proved as difficult as any other. It started to rain, at times I was rowing as hard as I could just to stay in the same spot and, worst of all, I was having to make sure I looked like I knew what I was doing for all the interested onlookers!
Eventually, I found myself rowing up to the landing spot. However, the relief of hitting land was quickly replaced by fear, as I spotted my final obstacle: a ladder.
I questioned whether this was really the best place to land, as I was expecting to not be able to walk, at least straight, once on land. As I crawled my way out, I was faced with one final battle, finding my way to a desperately wanted, long-awaited watermelon amidst a mob of media. As tempting as it was to karate-chop my way through the masses, I patiently waited for my moment. And there it was. Sweet heavenly watermelon. More...