8°36.571' S 033°47.203' W
October 3, 2025 | 20:05 UTC | 8°36.571' S 033°47.203' W | Pancakes!
Another day at sea comes to an end, and boy, what a beautiful day it was. We flew along in the steady easterly trades with 15-18 kts of strength. Adrienne has been really happy all day, and 8.5 kts SOG is basically what you see every time you check the digits. The sun has been shining, and we are getting to know each other better and better. Those who have been feeling seasick are all getting back on track.
This blog is an ode to my colleague and shipmate Vilgot. This superb young man has just spent the summer skippering charter boats in Croatia, back-to-back weeks with guests onboard, sleeping on a sail bag whenever there was a break. That and his many other experiences truly make him a delight to be sailing with. Today he whipped up and fried some pancakes for lunch, much to the crew’s delight. With jam and Nutella on top, there wasn’t a happier boat in sight.
- David, 59º North Apprentice
crew@59-north.com
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Ladies who reef
The trade winds have been kind, rolling the boat toward Hawaii in a steady, hypnotic rhythm—until last night, when a squall hit without warning and the wind jumped to 28 knots, slamming everything sideways. With rain driving down and the boat lurching underfoot, the crew had minutes to wrestle two reefs into the mainsail and get things back under control. What followed was a masterclass in wet, unglamorous, deeply satisfying teamwork—with less than 250 miles left to go.
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A Gen Z Perspective
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