Fresh baked bread!
April 22, 2025 | Light wind
Last night gave us some wonderful light winds sailing on a relatively flat sea that allowed the whole crew to catch up on much-needed sleep after the excitement of the night previous. There’s nothing like a nighttime kite drop followed by an engine fire alarm to keep everyone alert and full of adrenaline, and after reconciling all issues, it was a huge relief to go from the ridiculous to the sublime.
A very hot day followed, but with a little more wind than forecast, and it was shortly after dark this evening that we finally had to accept the wind shift and resort to the iron sail (engine) once more.
Dinner tonight was a combined effort with freshly baked bread courtesy of Scott, a delicious hummus from Hilary, and a couscous salad to utilize all of the remaining fresh salad vegetables. Add to this the charcuterie that we have saved until the last, and the deck was full of scrumptious delights.
As I type this, we are motor sailing a direct course to Hiva Oa and we have a little more wind forecast for tomorrow, so hopefully we can sail the final distance to make landfall. In the meantime, the night hours are a welcome relief from the punishing heat of the day, and we even treat ourselves to the odd hot drink to while away the hours on the helm.
Less than 200nm...
Emily
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