August 2, 2004
It's that time of the year again...when we all head out on a tall ship for a week and just sail and have some good ol' fun.
It's real sailing...seven sails...no winches... It's T/S Britta
[Nicolas, Johannes]
Safety is key when you go out 35 people on a tall ship.
Erika & Erik go through the safety equipment.
Being the digital age, lots of photos are taken this week.
[Emelie]
Emma enjoying the sun on our way across Skagerak to Skagen, Denmark.
Erik literally has a bite out of the lunch.
On the way across, there's no land to be seen for hours.
But we have all the latest gear to tell us our whereabouts.
practicing knots
no land, anywhere [click to zoom in]
Emma has drawn a 'kwail'
Meet our chief, Anders.
The cap says "Real men smell like diesel"
harness for mast work
Suddenly - this cargo ship comes on autopilot from nowhere, forcing us to turn to avoid a collision.
Rules say, we have the right-of-way.
Danish fishing
As Denmark is very, very flat (higest peak 118 meters), you don't see it until you get quite close.
slow-mo fight with tränaglar
Hey...lunch!
-At sea, you're always hungry for some reason.
sail work
tied up
our skipper, Nisse
From it's location at the northern tip of Denmark, Skagen is very, very popular among sailors.
We do, however, manage to find a spot for our 100 ft/340 ton ship.
It's been many years since I walked the beach out to Grenen, the furthest north you can get on Danish soil [not counting Greenland]
Erika, through the old fortresses
polished for a million years
Skagens rev, leading sailors from miles and miles away, safely into Skagen.
The light in Skagen is famous, and can be seen in numerous paintings. Perhaps it's the completely unbroken horizon?
[Erika, me]
Two seas, Kategatt and Skagerak, meet at the tip of this beach tounge that sticks out into the northeast.
Seas come crashing from both sides, and meet here.
a flock of birds
