Latitude: 3°26.5' S
Longitude: 029°05.7' W
October 5, 2025 | 20:00 UTC | 3°26.5' S 029°05.7' W
Nausea is no joke. I am not sure if I will make it through this blog, but I will attempt it. Seasickness is the real deal. Just when you start to feel better, a new fresh wave of it comes. All I want to do is tip my head out the side of the boat and just wait for whatever wants to come up.
Speaking of which, while I spent the morning in that hunched-over, head-sideways position, I noticed dark blue, clouded-over morning rise waves, seemingly traveling upward. In other words, I felt like huge swells of waves were moving up the walls of mountains. Now, it could be that I was in a dazed state, half there, half nowhere. To say the least, my sickness over the past few days has been intense.
On a dreamier note, WE SHOWERED!! Mahalo Tim for recognizing we were all in need of not just a physical shower but a spiritual one too. It worked! Sitting on the benches at the helm with fresh water dousing my forever hair was the ultimate miracle. It changed everything! One after the other, rotating the hose, passing conditioners—it was a team bond and team refresher. Back to life.
Waves and wind have been consistent. Coming in a bit caddywampus, but at least consistent, with a constant heel and 8-9 kts. It’s absolutely breathtaking out here. Just absolute vastness. Being on the helm has been the biggest joy. Some of us have different ways of tracking our position: Pete to two stars in between the shrouds, Vilgot, The Hero, in the lightness of his fingertips, Jim knows in his body when we are dropping a few kts, Tim in his casualness just knows, and myself through my left hand and fingers.
As for the rest of the crew—Britney, Lance, David, and Andrew—their generosity in the kitchen is mind-blowing. They made the most amazing potato soup with green onion garnish tonight, each taking a role.
TO MY FAMILY: I THINK ABOUT YOU ALL MORE NOW THAN EVER. Maria, Maddox, Makai, Nixon, and Penny—I am so honored and blessed to be your mamabear. I can’t thank you enough for supporting me while I take on this passage. I have had plenty of moments of, “What the hell was I thinking! There’s no way I will last!” Mahalo Ry, Dad, and Mom for encouraging me and making sure I have everything I need, which in the end is just LOVE. Love you all so, so much. Ry, you were right, there is no way I could have done my classes on this voyage. Nausea is no joke. LOVE YOU.
THANK GOODNESS CAPTAIN ERIK IS A WEATHER EXPERT!
Nicole Kalaiwaa | ADRIENNE II Crew
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!