After three weeks of sailing, we motored around the north point of Barbados, out of our familiar and friendly trade winds and into the lee side of the island. I know...what?! Wasn’t I just in Ireland? Blog-ically speaking, yes, and I will fill in the gaps, eventually. I know it’s not quite fair to spoil … Continue reading Barbados, Mon!
Uncertainty upon arrival.
Continued from - "Tiger the Storm Magnet" Inside it is cozy but jarring. Wet clothes drip onto wet floorboards. Pant legs and jacket arms reach out into space and fall limp after each roll, as if trying to grab onto something stable. Peter and Dana are tucked in their bunks, probably not asleep. I just … Continue reading Foul Weather Finally
Continued from - "Longitude 39 Boom Repair" The forecast as of July 27 (the day the boom broke), read: a "complex low" forming in the Chesapeake bay region, predicted to come cruising across the North Atlantic, intercepting our coordinates in about five days time. "A complex low? What the hell does that mean," we all … Continue reading Tiger the Storm Magnet
Continued from - "Finally the Whales! And I Threw Up..." I scribbled away in the cockpit, jotting the moments I'd been too sick to record the days before. Relief from nausea, sunshine, the boat lumbering along downwind, bobbing side to side with a following swell. After days of sleeping, I had awoken this day, Thursday, … Continue reading Longitude 39 Boom Repair