Sailing under a luminous full moon, ADRIENNE II crossed the Tropic of Cancer, marking another milestone on our voyage from Saint Maarten to the Canary Islands. The crew is finally healthy and complete again after some early bouts of seasickness, and spirits are high as we settle into a steady rhythm at sea. With fair winds of 15-20 knots pushing us forward, the jib is up for the first time, adding to our momentum. Life aboard has found its balance—good camaraderie, shared laughter, and another excellent dinner featuring pasta, fresh vegetables, and a hearty bolognese sauce.
Of course, no passage is without its challenges, and today’s came in the form of a clogged shitter, a less glamorous but inevitable reality of life at sea. Still, with smooth sailing and a strong team spirit, we take it all in stride. The Atlantic stretches endlessly ahead, but with ADRIENNE II cutting through the waves and the crew in sync, every mile brings us closer to our destination.
- Ken Cascio, ADRIENNE II Crew
crew@59-north.com
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Hove-to!
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