#1. ADRIENNE | ST. MAARTEN TO Gran Canaria | DAY 13
February 21, Day 13 | Atlantic Crossing Update
At the dude ocean ranch we gather around the salt encrusted red glowing compass in the aft cockpit for the night watches. We tell stories, many utterly unfit to print. As the distance travelled on the display is now in the 1900s 2000s we tell stories from each year we lived. Our spirits are high. If you could hear us, you would hear giggling and roaring laughter all the time.
Yesterday, we were still sailing. It was ocean sailing at it best. Waves roll in as walls of water behind the helm. They lift the boat meters above the landscape giving us a good view of the water hills and valleys around us. A landscape that is unique and to be replaced with another unique landscape within a few counts. The horizon is wavy. Caravans of jagged wave shapes careen to far away beaches.
As a wave travels under us, the boat pitches down and then up as we surf down the wave. Our speed picks up, sometimes up to 14 or 15 knots. We land softly at the bottom of the wave in a pool of white water. Steering is a dream and feels like dancing, swinging between gently providing direction and feeling where the boat wants to go. Too little direction and the boat would round up, too much and we are clumsily slaloming.
Today we are motoring through the Azore highs back to the trade winds that blow around the Canaries. We are on autopilot. It takes fewer people to stand watch so some of us are catching up on sleep. Normally the watch system won’t give you more than 5.5 hours of consecutive sleep. Now, with some planning you can get close to a full night’s rest.
I snoozed and lost. This morning, two playful minky whales joind us when some of us were still asleep. Around noon, two bermuda longtail birds took a look or two of us. These oceanic birds only come to land to nest. They are an endangered species with 3000-4000 left.
Other than you might expect from 10 guys on a ship, we keep the ship shipshape. This afternoon we had another spontaneous deep clean. There is a bowl of rising dough on the galley counter for hamburger buns. In the evening we celebrate fredagsmys (Swedish expression for a cozy Friday night) with hamburgers and fries. This is getting repetitive but needs to be said, the dinner is amazing again.
Most of us have booked accommodation on land now that we know better when we will arrive at Gran Canaria. We expect to make landfall coming Wednesday or Thursday. Skipper and old salt Erik reminds us that the trip will be over sooner than we think a tells us to try and take as much in as possible. Just five more days on the bouncy castle we call the Atlantic.
// Allard Schipper, Adrienne Crew
