February 14, Day 6 | Drifting in the Azores High – A Perfectly Imperfect Ocean Crossing
Adrienne II, our trusty Swan 70, is cutting through the Atlantic on a dream passage from Sint Martin to the Canary Islands. Well, cutting through might be a stretch—positioned smack in the middle of the Azores High, the breeze is nonexistent, the waves are barely a ripple, and the current? Forget about it.
Woke up after my night watch to a glassy ocean and couldn’t resist a refreshing dip—nothing like an Atlantic swim to wake up the bones. With the still conditions, we took the opportunity for a complete wash down, and now we’ve got a squeaky-clean ship, inside and out. Feels good to have the salt rinsed off, and morale is as fresh as the decks.
We’re still making progress, now clocking close to 900 nautical miles under our keel. The crew is in good spirits, and life onboard is everything we’d hoped for—fair winds (when they show up), great camaraderie, and a ship that runs like a well-oiled machine.
That said, the sea has a way of keeping you on your toes. Today’s curveball? The fridge has called it quits. Not exactly ideal in the middle of the big blue, but thanks to some quick thinking and a well-stocked freezer, we’re improvising with ice to keep provisions from going south. No crisis yet—just another chapter in the adventure. Spirits remain high, and as long as we keep pointing in the right direction, all is well aboard Adrienne II.
- Lars Vegard Guttormsen, Crew Member, Adrienne II
crew@59-north.com
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HMS Night Watch Party
Wing on wing worked well until the wind shifted then the helm became the cone of despair for our night watch crew of three (H, M and S) Alex made the decision to drop the pole, shifting wing on wing to a close reach. Wind increased to low teens and speed picked up to a flying pace. Day spent wandering toward Ensenada. Alex, Adam and David got us into port under another starry night.
No Kitemares Today
After a night marked by sudden wind accelerations peeling off Point Conception, and a vibrant, pulsating sky blistered with shooting stars, the off-watch woke to commotion on the foredeck. The wind had gone light and the swell had tapered just enough to raise the spinnaker. The sail filled with an urgent pop, the sheet strained and Falken charged down the face of the next wave. By mid-day, we doused the spinnaker and set our minds to the more precise task of safely punching through a gap in the notorious Cortez Bank. The border to Mexico looms ahead.
The California coast
We had a very lively first day of sailing with steady winds between 25 and 30 kn gusting to mid 30s. All of the crew got experience at difficult downwind helming as we covered 200 nautical miles in the first 24 hours. This morning brings winds in the teens and calmer seas. The sun is still shining, and the green monster has been slayed by those afflicted!