2019 UTC | 31°47.289’N 043° 59.918’W
Sailing
Today brings a sense of relief and accomplishment on two fronts; we’ve passed half-way on the passage and the prunes I have been eating have finally done what prunes do. I’m really not sure why it took me so long this time find my sea legs; I’ve been offshore for longer before, but sometimes as in life you just need to heave to, sleep it off and start again afresh.
Motor-sailing due east now after a pleasant day sailing with more weather theory from Erik and practical lessons from Neptune. Delaney’s bread was a huge lift to the spirits earlier and Anton is working another miracle in the galley; yesterday’s spaghetti bolognese will be hard to beat. Looks like a clear night ahead, so keep following the second star on the left, and straight on till morning.
// Simon, Adrienne II Crew
Sailing
Today brings a sense of relief and accomplishment on two fronts; we’ve passed half-way on the passage and the prunes I have been eating have finally done what prunes do. I’m really not sure why it took me so long this time find my sea legs; I’ve been offshore for longer before, but sometimes as in life you just need to heave to, sleep it off and start again afresh.
Motor-sailing due east now after a pleasant day sailing with more weather theory from Erik and practical lessons from Neptune. Delaney’s bread was a huge lift to the spirits earlier and Anton is working another miracle in the galley; yesterday’s spaghetti bolognese will be hard to beat. Looks like a clear night ahead, so keep following the second star on the left, and straight on till morning.
// Simon, Adrienne II Crew
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Wing on wing!
Falken is officially on the highway to the Marquesas, as Alex calls it, also known as the southeasterly trades. She is cruising along with the swell (finally) on her stern and the sails wing on wing.
Plan, go, learn, do. Why?
Mia prompted the group to provide the answer to why are we doing this trip?
600nm from land
At night, between the clouds, the Milky Way stretches down to the waves. The southern cross tumbles slowly in place near the horizon, across the sky the Big Dipper disappears to the north.