BY DARIEN MURRAY
THE VOYAGE OF OUR DREAMS
This is a difficult time of year for people who dream of cruising their boats — another year has slipped by and we are still here in our Marina boat slips instead of lying at anchor in some palm-fringed South Pacific island lagoon.
To spur us on our way — and keep us awake during the intracacies of celestial navigation classes — Howard and Ruth Frindling, who sailed out the Marina breakwater nearly two years ago aboard their 34-foot ketch “Moonspinner,” have writen of their voyage to Christmas Island, a 225-square-mile island hugging the surface of the Pacific some 1200 miles south of Honolulu. Their reception at the island had all the ingredients of our cruising daydreams — but getting there was every cruising man’s nightmare.
In mid-ocean, Ruth wrote in Moonspinner’s log:
“We haven’t the faintest idea where we are. What appears to have happened is that both of our sextants have failed us. This seems impossible, but there it is.
“Howard spends eight to ten hours a day with one