Sailing North
41°10.8’N 152°34.3’W
Tuesday, July 15, 2025 | POS. 41°10.8’N 152°34.3’W 07:13 UTC / 21:13 Boat Time
Another day has gone by as we continue our approach to the west side of the North Pacific High. Our plan is to carry on north for the next couple of days as the high-pressure system moves further south. Once on the north side of it, we should have the right wind angle to put in a gybe and start pointing at Dixon Entrance.
This system has been giving us some beautiful sailing conditions and we are very much making the most of it. Mary kicked off the day with some pancakes in the morning, and Lovis followed with a quinoa salad for lunch.
We’ve still got the company of the baby albatross following our wake, and some dolphins have made a shy appearance for the first time since slipping lines in Hawaii.
We’re now pretty much halfway there, and a good indication of that is the drop in temperature. There are no more brave people embracing shorts at night, and some sleeping bags are now making their first appearances. Hatches are closed not because of the sea state, but because it’s getting pretty cold down below with them open! It feels weird after such a long time in the horse latitudes to feel cool on the boat again.
Not much to report other than this—very pleasant sailing and everyone is very much into the rhythm of life in the middle of nowhere.
Lots of love,
Alex
laline96@gmail.com
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