The Voyage: Roz Savage
Day 3: Over The Edge: Dolphin Encounter
Roz Savage
27 May 2008, The Brocade

Today I rowed out over the edge of the continental shelf, and into the deep ocean. This is an area especially rich in marine life, and I was delighted to see about a dozen whales at various times - surfacing to spout sprays of water from their blowholes.

But even better, at one point I found myself totally surrounded by dolphins, arcing and leaping through the waves. Some were even jumping clean out of the water, as if jumping for joy on this glorious sunny day.

My camerawork is a bit wobbly a) because my boat is very tippy, even on a calm day, and b) because I was rather over-excited!




Enjoy!

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Day 2: The Devil?s Teeth
Roz Savage
26 May 2008, The Brocade

Today I rowed past the Farralon Islands, also known as the Devil's Teeth on account of their jagged silhouette. They are famous for their population of Great White Sharks.

Fortunately it's not shark season (although there are still some lurking around, apparently) and the only natives of the islands that I encountered were relatively friendly (and with relatively small teeth) - a couple of marine biologists called Pete and Russ who came whizzing out on their rigid inflatable boat to investigate the unusual sight of a little silver rowboat passing by.

They offered to bring me a beer, which I declined (I run a dry ship - my one chance for a detox!) and a bunch of bananas and some M&M's, which I accepted. They disappeared to fetch my goodies, and Pete returned half an hour later with three girls on board - student biologists who also wanted to investigate this strange new specimen of Rower Rozus Vulgaris.

I traded them a business card for the food. Don't ask me why I have business cards on board. You just never know who you're going to meet when you're mid-ocean, and I hate to miss the opportunity to make a new friend.

As you may have gathered, I'm not trying to do this row unsupported. I've already proved I can do that - on my Atlantic row I refused to accept replacement oars when all of mine had broken, preferring to mend them rather than give up my unsupported status. Acceptance of any material assistance - be it food, water, or equipment - constitutes support. But I'm relaxed about it this time around - if anyone wants to bring me fresh food, I'm not going to say no.

If all goes according to plan, the Farralones will be the last land I see between here and Hawaii. At one point it was suggested that I could be towed out to the islands and start from there, as they are officially part of the city of San Francisco and the head start of 28 miles could make all the difference to my chances of getting away safely from the California coast - by far the most difficult part of my journey.

But I would have had to get special permission to set foot on the islands if it is going to be a valid ocean row, which requires that the row be from land to land - and there simply wasn't time to get it arranged. Although I am not especially attached to being "first solo woman to row across the Pacific", it would be a shame to eliminate the possibility right from the start. So for better or worse, I chose to leave from the Golden Gate Bridge and row the extra 28 miles.

The good news is that my "weather window" - the period of calm weather when the usual headwinds are relatively light - has now been extended to Thursday. I've got to try and get as many miles in as possible before the winds pick up and start pushing me back towards the coast. So I was up at 5 this morning, rowing away. It's not so much that it's hard getting away from the California coast - the problem is STAYING away. And much as I like California, I don't want to go back there just yet.

[photo: me. And the Farralone islands in the background]

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Day 1: Golden Gate Bridge Dream
Roz Savage
25 May 2008, The Brocade

I'll keep this blog brief, as I haven't quite got my sea legs yet and tapping on the keyboard makes me feel queasy.

Last night, at a few minutes to midnight, I pushed away from the dock at the Presidio Yacht Club and rowed out under San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge.

That makes it all sound very easy. In fact it took me a ridiculous amount of time to row the very short distance from the club to the bridge. The tide was supposed to be "slack", but it still seemed to be coming in pretty forcefully and I was rowing hard just to stay still.

But as with many things, you put all the hard work in and then when the time is right it suddenly all comes good and you make rapid progress. So after about half an hour of going nowhere, the tide finally turned, I passed under the Golden Gate Bridge, and rowed out into the darkness beyond.

I rowed all night, and apart from a one-hour nap I've been rowing all day. Conditions this morning were perfect - milky calm and wonderful. But during my nap the wind picked up, and this afternoon has been a battle into a headwind coming out of the west. Tonight I've put out the sea anchor to try and preserve the progress made so far, and I hope not to be blown back too far while I sleep.

It feels strange to be back on the ocean. I almost can't believe this is for real. It was such a last-minute scramble to get ready in time, i didn't have much time to think about it.

Now I am out here, and it is familiar but different. On the one hand it is easier, because I've rowed an ocean before so I don't have that self-doubt that I suffered from on the Atlantic. But whereas on the Atlantic there are helpful winds from the outset, I've got a 200-mile battle (at least) before the winds come around behind me and help me towards Hawaii.

But hey, if it was easy, everyone would be doing it!

Thanks to those who came down to see me off last night. Thanks especially to David from Blue Frontier who bought me a selection delicious breads to supplement the ship's rations!

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D-Cups in Las Vegas
19 May 2008, Las Vegas, Nevada

No, I am not talking about the conspicuous features of the silicon beauties on the Las Vegas Strip - but rather the blight of Disposable Cups.

I am in Las Vegas for the EMC2 conference, at the invitation of my title sponsors Brocade. Today when I went to a coffee shop in search of my morning caffeine hit, I did as I usually do and presented the barista with my trusty metal mug, and asked that it be filled with my beverage of choice.

"Sorry, we can't. Hygiene regulations."

"What?"

"Casinos in Nevada. We can't put your drink in your mug. Germs."

"They're MY germs. I'm quite happy with them, really."

"We can put your drink in one of our plastic cups, and then you can pour it into your mug."

"But the whole point is not that I want to drink out my mug, but that I want to avoid using a disposable cup."

"Sorry."

Impasse.

I apologized to the barista for taking it out on her, when clearly she was only obeying the law. I considered not having a coffee, which would probably have been the best solution for my health as well as for the environment, but instead decided to use my caffeine-induced surge of energy to build up a fine head of steam, and then use my righteous indignation to generate some action.

I have consulted with David Helvarg of Blue Frontier Campaign, and we are looking at launching an online petition to create incentives for people to use reusable mugs rather than disposable cups - possibly a charge or a tax on disposables.

It appalls me when I see the number of plastic, paper and styrofoam cups leaving from coffee shops, and I imagine those quantities multiplied up across all the thousands of Starbucks and other coffee shops across the world, every day of the year. That is an awful lot of landfill.

Now that the anti-plastic-bag movement is gathering momentum, it's time to move on to the next target...

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