We sailed to Roskilde for one day of the festival, 80nm, rather far for essentially a weekend sail. But we finally sailed through the night, leaving Copenhagen at 20h30, arriving in Hundested in 10m/s winds at 08h30 the next day. The night was lovely, and uneventful save a massive ship wake that managed to even soak the mainsail.

First overnight trip of the year (2013), Hven.

This year we sailed to Norway and back over 22 days. Lars the cat was along as well. Some of these are duplicates from the trip blog we managed to keep almost up to date along the way. Too many pictures once again, but it was 22 days after all…

The map of where we sailed, which I’m very fond of, is here.

Thanks again to Sasha for joining us for a few days (all the way from South Sudan), excellent idea.

First sail of the season, not much wind, but beautiful weather otherwise. We headed for Mölle, arrived late, to get one of the last spots available in the harbor. Boats were stacked ten deep in some cases, we were 8th out, but at least inside the harbor. Others were doubled up to the outside of the harbor wall.

We were finally able to visit Landonia, the drift-wood “micronation” along the coast of Kullen. Read about the sculptures here. It’s definitely worth a visit if you’re in the area- but make sure your health insurance is paid up beforehand.

The harbor master at Mölle was smitten with Lars- so much so that he flew the Stars and Stripes in our honor. Awfully nice!

The trip began by a giant dead bird sighted just before a 2 and a half hour 15m visibility fog. It continued with a decent night, and easy sail to Hallands Väderö, where we anchored the nice Swedish coast way, bow to the rocks with a stern anchor. We had a swim, and dove to check the anchor was set well, grilled some dinner, and had a lovely evening. Then the wind rose, the moon went away, the anchor dragged, we reset in the dark at 22h00. The anchor dragged again, we reset at midnight. Dragged again (Catherine found her way into the water at this point, but was thankfully only in waist deep), and we left our terribly tight and rocky anchorage in the pitch black. We sailed for 3 hours in the darkness, growing winds, fairly rough seas, but managed to find our way to Torekov by 3 a.m. The next day was a gale, no sailing. The following morning found us in 2-3m (maybe even 4?) seas, with a sea-sick cat, and a sea-sick wife. The evening found us near Helsingborg, where a thunderstorm kicked us along at 5.5 knots with nearly all sail doused, and we made it to the harbor just before a second storm. The following morning gave us more storms, and unbelievably, a water spout dropping from the sky to meet a swirl of spray on the surface. Thankfully that stayed at least a mile away. The boat is still floating, we have learned even more, and Lars doesn’t hate us.