0°46.2' S 028°15.3' W
October 6, 2025 | 20:10 UTC | 0°46.2' S 028°15.3' W | 1000 miles and carrot cake!
The crew were all smiles last night with some fantastic sailing. It’s great to have the moonlight to guide us, and to light up the squalls so we could easily avoid them. When I was at the helm, a dolphin jumped out of the water right beside me. What a treat. They will forever remind me of my nephew's laugh when he was an infant. It was also nice to have several stars to steer by.
A cargo ship passed behind us in the wee hours of the morning. She is also heading to Las Palmas. We changed our course this morning and swapped the jib for the genoa. Adrienne picked up a few knots of speed and we are heading north for the equator. Erik confirmed that we have our weather window to pass through the doldrums.
Sailing on a broad reach has been much smoother, a good change for those trying to sleep, or really trying to do anything at all. Although now it seems that the heat is here to stay. We ran the aircon for 20 minutes today while the oven and the stove were on. Adrienne really does have it all; our favorite is the 24-hour sauna down below. The gym and yoga studio were open on deck, and morale couldn’t have been higher.
This evening we hit our first milestone of 1000 nautical miles! It was a beautiful evening celebrated with Chile con carne and carrot cake, and a lesson on squalls. We should be at the equator in a few hours; we shall see what the Northern Hemisphere has in store for us. It is still a long way home.
Hello to everyone at home. This wouldn’t be the same without all your love and support!
Big hug,
Brittany | ADRIENNE II Crew
crew@59-north.com
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