February 22, Day 14 | Atlantic Crossing Update
Out here in the vast blue, the ocean has been eerily still—so still, in fact, that we’ve been motoring for yet another day. The sails hang limp, waiting for the wind to return, while the hum of the engine fills the void. In the meantime, life aboard Adrienne II continues in its own rhythm. The crew has settled into the routine of ocean passage—washing clothes, showering, squeezing in workouts on the aft deck, and turning mealtime into an art form with increasingly gourmet creations. Books are being devoured, music drifts through the air, and moments of quiet reflection come naturally in this endless seascape.
Yesterday, we had an unexpected visitor—a Bermuda Longtail, clearly exhausted, trying to rest atop our mast. Unfortunately, our windex thwarted its landing attempt, and it was forced to find another perch. The encounter was a stark reminder of how remote we are, yet still connected to the natural world in the most unexpected ways.
With about 670 nautical miles left to go, we’re gearing up for the final stretch, hoping for a breeze to carry us home.
- Lars Vegard Guttormsen, Crew
crew@59-north.com
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Ladies who reef
The trade winds have been kind, rolling the boat toward Hawaii in a steady, hypnotic rhythm—until last night, when a squall hit without warning and the wind jumped to 28 knots, slamming everything sideways. With rain driving down and the boat lurching underfoot, the crew had minutes to wrestle two reefs into the mainsail and get things back under control. What followed was a masterclass in wet, unglamorous, deeply satisfying teamwork—with less than 250 miles left to go.
Yankee Doodle Died at Sea, Riding on a FALKEN
A thin, foot-long tear in the yankee sail—50,000 miles of ocean behind it—and suddenly the final stretch to Hawaii just got a lot more interesting. The crew of FALKEN had been running a tight ship through the trades, reefing in squalls like clockwork, when the last dance finally caught up with them. How a skipper handles the moment everything goes sideways says everything about the voyage itself.
A Gen Z Perspective
At 31, the crew thought they were reasonably fluent in the English language—then they met Kip. Today, the crew's self-appointed Gen Z correspondent takes over the log from somewhere in the middle of the Pacific, delivering dispatches on Milky Way night sails, focaccia-induced visions, and the singular mission of getting eleven people's "badonkadonks" to Hawaii. Consider this your glossary.