Sailing, celebrating, star watching, eating brownies
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Mary
Happy birthday to you
Yes, it’s our skipper’s birthday today! We have two more birthdays coming up on this trip.
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It’s day 3. Almost everyone has found their sea legs, so all is well.
We’ve had a great passage so far. Good wind, a comfortable sea state, good company, good food. What more could you ask for? (Hmmm. A shower would be nice.)
It’s warm! Down below, it can be a bit of a sauna. On deck is not as bad as I expected. A decent breeze cools you down a bit. As we’re heading almost due north on a starboard tack, the mainsail provides a reasonable amount of shade after noon when sitting in the cockpit. However, you are rather exposed when at the helm.
Even at night, it’s warm on deck. The breeze is such that when at the helm I’ve been almost too warm wearing two very light layers. May it continue!
As the moon is past its third quarter, we’re getting amazing views of the stars for the first part of the night (provided there aren’t too many clouds). At around 1945 last night, Phoebe was at the helm and six of us were sitting in the cockpit. No conversation was going on. Had we fallen out already? No. Were we miserable and counting the minutes to the of the watch? No. (Three of us from the next watch were up on deck early.) We were all simply quite happy just to soak in the sight of the Milky Way.
I was on the 2000-2300 watch last night. Looking astern, it was great to see the Southern Cross slowly pivot as it made its way across the southern sky. How often are we able to see the night sky AND make the time to observe the passage of the stars across the sky?
Just had dinner. Phoebe cooked brownies in lieu of a birthday cake. Well received.
The sun has just set. We’re slowly settling in for the night.
Good night.
Bruce Hardie
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Star gazing and celebrating
Birthdays at sea hit differently—no cake, no candles, just brownies from a rolling galley and the Milky Way as a backdrop. It's day three aboard, and the skipper's birthday is just one of three to celebrate before landfall. Meanwhile, six crew members sat in silence last night, not from exhaustion or tension, but because the Southern Cross was doing something worth watching.
A Very Merry Mary Birthday
Space debris split in two off the starboard beam, a Starlink satellite train ghosted across the sky minutes later, and somewhere in the middle of all of it, it was the skipper's birthday. Out in the Pacific, far enough from everything that the universe feels less like a backdrop and more like a participant, the crew of this passage is finding their sea legs—and their perspective. Riddles, knitting, and a few cosmic reminders of just how small these grandiose sailing plans really are.
Rocket Launched into the Trades
The best almond croissant in the world only appeared once—and then vanished for days, taking a piece of Skipper Mary's soul with it. Meanwhile, FALKEN is tearing through the Pacific at 10 knots, a customs officer is threatening birthday fines, and a pod of dolphins just showed up to see the crew off. Leg 7 to Hawaii is underway, and it's already a lot to keep up with.