Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Circumnavigating South Georgia – Part 2

“The First 1,000 Kilometers are the Roughest”

That first evening after dinner we motored out of the New Stanley Harbor, stowed and tied down everything and soon were at sea. Dion and Dan donned their flotation-survival suits and went out on deck to raise sail. Upon their return the diesel sounds disappeared into the rising wind and were replaced by all the sounds of our adventurous steel hull cutting through rough seas...creaking, crashing, sails stretching....I was tired and decided to go to my berth to sleep. However this was a little more complicated than most of us are prepared to deal with...the seas were running 13-15 feet trough-to-crest. A little more intimidating was the anemometer reading with winds that were now 40-45 knots (about 46-50 miles per hour). The cabin took on characteristics of those aircraft when astronauts were trained for weightlessness in space and I did not seem to be able to keep my feet firmly planted any longer on the deck unless I was well anchored to a safety handle of the Golden Fleece. We would rise on a swell and as we plunged over the crest we would be weightless for a moment before the trough would catch us and send us sailing up the next wave. Over the next three days we ploughed and crested southeast the 1,000 kilometer of washing machine ocean between New Stanley and Shag Rocks. At one point we had a wrestling match with a wild and violent storm, we won and continued on to Shag Rocks. Being in bed was like standing on the deck and being tossed about. I wished I had a bed with the equivalent of seat belts. Sleep did come and I never found myself thrown onto the deck.

The foggy, overcast conditions cleared on the third day out and a brief period of calm seas followed. As the sun set that night the relative calm slowly came unhinged with the winds rising through 40 knots to 50 knots and sea building to 20 feet and an occasional 30 footer. These were very short and steep waves, a rough ride as you might ever get. Dion is a master sailor and we crashed ahead to Shag Rocks that we passed through the next day. The Golden Fleece and Dion had been here so often we sailed between the rocky crags alive with South Georgia (Imperial) Shags and in spite of the constant wind the overwhelming smell of their centuries of habitation. Because the waters around the rocks are fairly shallow (about 1,045 feet) this allows the shags to find fish to support their colony. Dion said that there are often whales hanging around these rocks as well, but we did not see any. The winds had dropped to 20 knots with an ambient temperature of 32 degrees Fahrenheit and the seas had returned from wild and insane to sedate and just normal roughness. That evening we passed the fishery patrol vessel, "Pharos," that enforces fishing regulation around South Georgia [more about this activity and attempts to protect the South Georgia environment]. It is about 225 kilometers from Shag Rocks to South Georgia and by the following morning in calm seas and 10-knot winds we were approaching Willis Island, South Georgia. Of course the weather is radically changeable and the sky went from blue to overcast and we were engulfed in a snowstorm before landfall.

On this fourth day we received e-mail telling us the adventure cruise ship Expedition had hit something, probably ice, and was sinking. All 150 passengers and crew were in lifeboats and several ships, including the Chilean Navy, were headed towards a rescue. This is a first for any of the modern adventure cruise ships working Antarctica. We also hear of two sailboats similar to ours that left Stanley shortly after we did headed for South Georgia waters that broke a mast and swamped. Both capsizing and had to be towed back to Stanley. Dion knows both of these sailboats personally. Everyone was reported safe, but we are more appreciative of Dion and the Golden Fleece...the seamanship, seaworthiness and extensive experience.

The ride is the event of getting to anywhere in the Southern Ocean. Descriptions of on-board life, whether the Golden Fleece or the Kapitan Khelbnakov, in those crossings to the South Sandwich Islands or Antarctica is part of the daily routine, but for me not at all part of those places. On-board life is an attempt to make habitable, normal and tolerable a very challenging environment in which nothing can be taken for granted. For example, one of our favorite meals was "toasties-in-the-wheelhouse." A "toastie" is similar to a grilled ham and cheese made in a press rather than on a grill. The wheelhouse was the center of the daylight world so that we could all monitor sea life, birds, icebergs and the weather. Dion usually had a book and was reading while Dan stood watch. Standing watch in these waters was an absolute necessity and conducted 24 hours a day.

SOUTHERN TABULAR ICEBERGS

We sighted our first icebergs before reaching Shag Rocks. Sometimes we passed by individuals and at other times they were everywhere. Icebergs are descriptive and individualistic. They are full of colors. Some are deep and iridescent blue. The color can be a function of the age of the exposed face of such seaborne creations. For example, when an iceberg breaks off a glacier the new face absorbs most all other colors of the spectrum, except the blue that literally glows out of the iceberg. As the face of the ice ages, air bubbles are absorbed into the surfaces of the ice and white reflections make them appear the whitest, white in nature. The southern icebergs can be regularly gigantic. If one is 150 feet from waterline to top then there is about 850 feet below the surface. Such icebergs have been observed as topping 250 feet above the water. I have seen icebergs that were hundreds of miles long.

There are two kinds of icebergs: Northern and Southern. The arctic icebergs of the northern type are jagged peaks of irregularly shaped ice broken from land-based glaciers. They share the same buoyancy as their southern cousins--you see the same fifteen percent of it above water, but nonetheless these smaller northern types have sunk ships. The southern Antarctica-type icebergs are usually flat topped and described as tabular. They are calved from the massive glacial ice constantly extending out from mainland Antarctica. These glaciers can be up to 2 or 3 miles thick inland and several thousand feet thick as they extend out into the sea. And they literally flow into the sea, some move as fast as 5 or 6 feet a day. Tabular icebergs have no counterparts in the rest of the world. As they age they shrink and lose this noteworthy "tabularness." They roll over which produces fabulous and fantastic shapes. The Northern and Southern types never extend far out of their territories. Occasionally a tabular iceberg will be sighted as far north as 26 digress south latitude, about on line with Sao Paulo, Brazil.

SHAG ROCKS

Geologically the rocks are the smallest of the sub-Antarctic islands. The six small rock islands cover a total of about 50 acres. They are composed of the same kind of sedimentary rocks that constitute most of South Georgia itself. They are an extension of the South Georgia continental shelf 240 kilometers away. Since the Shag Rocks are mostly vertical spires rising out of the sea and covered with nesting shags they are virtually un-landable without special equipment and approval.

LINKS:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shag_Rocks%2C_South_Georgia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Icebergs

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Circumnavigating South Georgia - Part 1

"Preparing to Cross The Convergence"

South Georgia is south of the Antarctic Convergence, a line about 40 km wide in the water that is in constant motion as it wavers north and south within its own natural boundaries. This line is where the colder Antarctic waters meet the northern oceans warmer waters. The Convergence is in motion but usually does not move more than about a half of a degree in latitude from its mean position. The water is usually about 5 degrees colder than just north of where the Convergence meets these northern oceans. It is a natural border in the world, not one drawn by man. On one side there are distinctive forms of marine life from the other side. There are different climates on each side of it determined by the Convergence. Crossing the Convergence is necessary to go to South Georgia or any other place in Antarctica. South Georgia is one of the places on earth that exists within a unique setting largely governed by this Convergence. South Georgia is also one of my most favorite places on earth. It is isolated, rugged, difficult to reach, but teeming with life, beautiful in all weather and virtually a cold and inhospitable paradise.

I have just returned from circumnavigating South Georgia aboard the intrepid schooner-rigged, steel hulled sailing yacht Golden Fleece owned and operated by Jerome Poncet. Jerome has captained many professional film expeditions like the BBC's: "Life in the Freezer" and "Blue Planet" or the National Geographic: "Antarctic Wildlife" and IMAX's natural history, "Survival Island" to name a few. The Golden Fleece and its family are part of the contemporary story of Antarctica. Sally Poncet, Jerome's wife and Dion's mother, is a noted Australian biologist with a great knowledge and passion for seabirds especially those living on South Georgia. She has conducted many of the seabird surveys along with her son Dion. She has produced a number of books on South Georgia and also on the birds. I brought one of her books, "A Visitor's Guide to South Georgia," with me to use as a reference where to find the birds, especially Albatrosses, I was in interested in photographing for my own next book.

The Poncet family lives in the Falkland Islands and we share several other Falkland residents as friends. After my last trip to the Falklands my friends suggested I introduced myself to Jerome by e-mail. I had an overwhelming desire go just about any place south of the Convergence on the Golden Fleece. You might also feel the excitement I felt boarding the Golden Fleece on November 17th in New Stanley. I brought two friends with me, one a film maker and the other a composer with strong legs for packing equipment up the mountainous slopes of South Georgia. The joy of boarding was all the more enhanced when Dion, who was to skipper the expedition, said as I stepped on the pier, "Welcome aboard your yacht." The welcome was almost more than one would hope for in a dream. Dan Fowler, first mate, hugged one and all and stowed our gear below deck. The arrival and official stamping of passports and ships papers by the customs woman was quickly and warmly accomplished.


Golden Fleece - Stanley, Falkland Islands

Before we sailed that first night Sally Poncet arrived on board for a bon voyage dinner. We talked about birds, friends, love of the natural world (specially that world South of the Convergence), how Dion was home schooled aboard the Golden Fleece and was as knowledgeable, sea-wise and expert at the wildlife of South Georgia as one could be. I had Sally sign her book. [For those who love special books, "A Visitor's Guide to South Georgia," certainly qualifies...it is a bird book, a travel guide, an insightful and comprehensive description of a remote and difficult places to travel around. The book also describes the human history of the many bays and harbors and all who came before--highly recommended]

Dinner came to an end about 10 p.m. and Sally took photos of our small 7-person group: Three passengers and four crew. There were lots of laughs and jokes about the possibility that this might be the last meal we would eat before arriving in South Georgia four days from our departure. On the tach South we did run into rough seas and bad weather, but the Golden Fleece lived up to its considerable reputation and skipper Dion took us through it without missing a step. Shortly after the photos Sally departed, we raised the orange bumpers and motored out of New Stanley Harbor. Once clear, Dion and Dan donned their flotation suits, went out on deck in the rising wind and rain and raised the sails. The Golden Fleece became a sailing ship headed into the huge seas between the Falkland Islands and South Georgia. Having been in these seas aboard everything from Russian icebreakers to ice-hardened exploration vessels I had already installed my neck "patch" as my first defense against seasickness...they have always worked for me. I went to my bunk and was tossed asleep.

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