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Sailing Hawaii's Alenuihaha Channel
The water between Maui and The big Island of Hawai'i ,the Alenuiha'ha channel (or I'll-end-you-ha-ha channel), has sometimes been referred to as the most dangerous channel crossing in the world. Bordered on the Maui side by the 3000m tall Haleakala and on Hawai'i by the massive 4100m shield volcano Mauna Kea, north eastern trade winds that get funneled thought the channel blow gusts of up to five times more velocity than the surrounding waters. This is the story of our hairy crossing across the channel in our jimmy-rigged Cal-25 sailboat. We had everything on the boat ready the night before leaving. We woke up just before sunrise to begin our final adventure back home. It was a clear calm morning. The weather forecast had predicted eastern winds, 10-15mph. This was close to being too much (as the channel has much greater wind gusts) but as long as the winds stayed in an easterly direction we should be fine. We had to be fine, this was the only day for us to sail back, we had the option of sailing back or leave the boat behind. No way we were going to leave our mission vessel that had taken us this far anywhere but in her well-earned spot on Oahu!
We were trying to use our motor as sparingly as possible but this morning there was no other way. The sun rose and we were still motoring. We were greeted into the channel by a group of humpback whales saluting our journey with their blowholes. The GPS gave us an estimated arrival time that would make the return trip far shorter than expected. We were in very good spirit and couldn’t understand why we had been given so many warnings and even “don’t even think about crossing that channel in a 25-footer!!” Half way across to the channel to Maui the surface was just as smooth as when we started. It felt like there couldn’t be any wind in the whole world at this point! A quick glance at the horizon hinted that maybe this wasn’t true after all. Strange clouds and turbulence were building up as the weather gods seemed to have an argument whether or not we should have a safe trip back or be put to the test. Little did we know but the naive feeling we had that life was going to continue being this easy for the rest of our lives was soon to disappear…. We could see the eastern coast of Maui rise taller from the sea. We had already been on the water for over 6 hours. The winds were for the first time of the day starting to pick up. We saw a chance to gain a bit more speed. The sails were hoisted and the motor turned off. The boat was booking it towards Maui. We even had hopes to make it to Molokini crater before sunset to do a late afternoon scuba dive.
It was going to be a long night so we had to take turns resting. The resting was more of a trying to lie down and not get tossed to the other end of the boat or get hit by something. We had already given up on having things on shelves or seats. Now everything we owned was piled up on the floor. The roof of the boat had apparently not been fully restored and started taking in some water making even the inside wet. The dream of diving Molokini had long disappeared. Now it was just a fight against the weather gods to allow us to rest and refuel in Lahaina, Maui. Progress was slow. The estimated time of arrival on the GPS kept increasing for every minute that passed and we realized how slow we were actually moving. The sun was setting. When we finally got to Molokini crater it was just dark. Running lights were brought up. The gas tanks were starting to feel worryingly light and we still had hours to go…
We were finally approaching Kohoolawe and prayed the wind would slow down.
We decided that the rest of the way we would both stay up and keep an eye out for whales and other boats. Now our running lights were dying too which meant that we had to sit and aim our headlights towards anything that looked like another boat so they could see us. Eventually we saw the familiar lights of Lahina harbour and just before midnight we tied up the boat to the dock with only a last sip of gas left, no batteries to the lights, almost out of water and a GPS that now stayed on for 15 seconds at time. To end the day, the nearest gas station was a good 1-1.5 mile away with two 25 litre tanks… and it was only the first leg of our sail back, two more to go…. Why so many of our trips end this way I shall never know. In some ways I wonder if we are lucky or unlucky Written By Jonas Stenstrom |
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