22:31 UTC | 26°19.228’N 055° 02.565’W
Wow, what a day:
It began with a pretty yellow-gold sunrise. Saw two white birds in the distance looking for fish to eat. All was quiet + peaceful, and listening to the sound of the waves as we glided through them was heavenly.
Then, Erik + Anton came out to play + found two flying fish not doing too well on our deck. They opened their wings to provide a great look at how beautiful they really are and then returned them to the sea.
Two ships appeared on the radar screen but were not a threat after checking on their information. Both went behind us. I wonder if we are in a shipping lane out here?
Off to the west I sighted a small squall, and a rainbow began growing from the bottom up in it. A new feat of nature to me. As time went on, the clouds began gathering, and soon the sky was covered with upcoming squalls — some exciting wind and a bit of rain and anticipation of what Mother Nature had in store for us! Once again a fun adventure of sailing. Storms passed and life goes on.
Feeling at peace. Watching clouds form a unique picture and then change into something else. Like seeing a white fluffy dog become a huge hand reaching out.
Adjusting sails, loving the moments, and at peace with all.
One highlight for me yesterday was a parade of short, almost no-tail dolphins on their way by. I got to see a mom and baby jump together through the water as they went by. Mother Nature at her finest.
Life is good, and one word to friends on Bonfire — go fast and have fun!
Linda, ADRIENNE II Crew
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