24 hour run: 108 miles
Miles to go...fuggetaboutit.
We're settling into the life of passage-makers.
The boat has turned from our comfy home into a long-distance adventure machine.
The main salon is now a dormitory of sea-berths. Instead of eating dinner at the table, with wine and candles (yes, we do that-even on the boat), our meals are served in bowls on our laps. Internal clocks are readjusting to the continual changing of watches...and we all spend a lot of time staring at the ocean.
Someone once said, sailing is the perfect marriage of art and science.
I couldn't agree more. I do art projects with the kids and read poetry and invent recipes for the nine hundred cans of beef and chicken I stowed-and Jon fixes and invents and repairs and keeps the ship running. We both adjust sails and smile at the sunsets. A perfect marriage.
We aren't winning any races out here-the winds have been light but it is giving us time to settle into our routines. The boat slops around pretty good on the swells when there is no wind but no one seems to be too bothered. We're all just grateful and excited to be out here. We were visited this morning, by a large pod of bottle-nose dolphin. We were only making about 3 knots in eight knots of wind, so lucky us, they chose to hang out for my whole watch. I guess they weren't in a rush to get anywhere, either. Hunter and I lay on our tummies on the foredeck and watched them rolling and looking up at us from under our bow.
And the water out here is the dreamiest blue any of us has ever seen.
The oceans provide 99 percent of the Earth's living space- the largest space in our universe known to be inhabited by living organisms.