Day 3
Lindesnes: 57.9810° N, 7.0486° E
Korshamn: 57.9361° N, 7.0806° E
26 February 2024
Leg 1 Vindön-Bergen | Day 3
What a night. ISBJØRN ghosted into the night, happy to be in her element again. We did 2 hours on and 4 hours off. Sleep never gets good the first night on a passage, but everyone got at least a few hours, dreaming about the moonlight and stars the on-watch enjoyed.
What a day. When the sun climbed over the horizon, the wind slowly evaporated. But the silence was too precious to be broken, so we enjoyed slow living on a mirror sea until noon. We had just sailed past Lindesnes, the most southerly point on mainland Norway. We made a "skål" to the famous, at least in Norway, cape. Then we headed into the tiny and charming Korshamn, the locals enjoying the warming sun and the excitement of a visiting yacht in February.
We will stay here until the wind fills in from the south tomorrow. All well on the sunny Norwegian coast.
Jon, JoJo, and crew on ISBJØRN
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