Our winds filled in from the north and we shut down the engine at 5:00 am today. The water has taken on a particularly arresting azure blue since leaving the Azores. Everyone has commented on it, though they have become too jaded to even get up for a dolphin pod citing (I still whoop each time). We are close reaching really for the first time of the trip, bouncing along nicely in the gentle but building breeze. Dana took the helm, again grinning, and said it was nice to be sailing to weather. This puts us back on a heel, where we had quickly become accustomed to flat living. Port tack, so the dishes stay secure but the refrigerators spew forth their contents upon opening. I had solo watch this morning, my last of the journey. I was contentedly melancholy, both for Mary and the rest of the kids, all of whom I miss terribly, and for the fact that this incredible journey will come to an end. I had thought I would be sick of the boat by now, the opposite is true. I keep thinking of the Jimmy Buffet line “All of these nights I just dream of the ocean, God I wish I were sailing again.” I thought this morning, every time I hear that, I will think of this last solo watch, one of the few moments alone on deck, in this perfect, crisp, northeastern breeze, the sails trimmed and the helm balanced for fingertip control, my dear friends only a dozen feet away. Thank you to my loved ones for letting me do this, I’m so sorry to have caused you worry.
Enjoy the pictures!