A Community Devoted to the Preservation and Practice of Celestial Navigation and Other Methods of Traditional Wayfinding
Date: 2015 Feb 15, 08:11 -0000
Pure celnav poetry from both Phillip and Gary.
One of my best “starry eyed” moments was 4 years ago, night sail back from Brittany to Penzance, course roughly due North, and a rare, crystal clear night, Polaris shining bright ahead. So I switched off all the magic gizmos (except radar to defend against shipping), and let the Pole star take me home. It was so magical, that I sent my crew relief back to his bunk so that I could prolong the moments of joy. Then the sun came up over St Michaels mount just as we came in to safe harbour.
Perfect! Didn’t even have to use the compass. Couldn’t have written a better script for a film.
Phillip, you said it beautifully.
I posted this in 2011:.
I remember one night in 1990 we were anchored in a
long fjord on the east coast of Tahaa (an island about
20 nm east of Bora Bora) and it was so still that I
could see the stars reflected in the ocean around the
boat. I got out my Tamaya and took a round of sights
using the still ocean surface as an artificial horizon
and got a fix that crossed on our anchorage.
From: Philip Lange <NoReply_PhilipLange@fer3.com>
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2015 7:06 AM
Subject: [NavList] Re: Modern celestial navigation: when and why?
My introduction to blue water cruising came in the late 60's early 70's.
For a small yacht, celestial was it. I have never experienced the thrill
of landfall with modern instruments that came with CN.
Weeks at sea, then the tiny island appears on the horizon just where it
is supposed to be. No black box can capture that experience.
Why CN? Addiction I suppose; to the mind it takes to be confident with
uncertainty, the rush that comes with landfall and confirmation, the
honing of a skill, the connection with our sun, our stars and our universe.
Lying at anchor in a pool of reflected starlight, gazing at the familiar
sea of stars above, it is easy to see our world whirling among them.
And, if we allow ourselves the experience, the inevitable realization
that we too are the stuff of stars.