Pacific Crossing Day 5: Squall Central
Sitting at the helm last night was like being blindfolded and thrown into a washing machine… (read more)…
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Sitting at the helm last night was like being blindfolded and thrown into a washing machine… (read more)…
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We ate dinner together at the helm while Sabado bobbed up and down with the waves. I didn’t realize how spoiled we’d been with the comfortable sea state our first three days… (read more)…
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Sure, it’s hot, the engine masks the relaxing sound of the water and the smell of diesel pollutes the otherwise pristine air, but the beauty of a flat, calm ocean is undeniable… (read more)…
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We were hauling ass. With 15-17kn of wind, Sabado was cruising along at 8.5kn, flying up to 10kn+ as we surfed down waves… (read more)…
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Reports of partially submerged debris along the Panamanian coastline damaging boats made us hesitant to leave without enough time to get substantially offshore before sunset. So… (read more)…
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As Americans, we would typically be given a 90-day visa upon arrival in French Polynesia. However, we hope to stay for over a year exploring the region’s 121 islands. So, we applied for a long-stay visa on February 15th, 2024… (read more)…
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The line handlers tied the messenger lines to our rental lines, and before we knew it, the doors began to close behind us… (read more)…
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We were enveloped by the scent of warm, wet dirt a few miles out. The smell of land is so pungent after an extended period offshore… (read more)…
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The moon didn’t rise until 11:30pm that night, so most of my shift was pitch black, revealing the millions of stars overhead. I got up for a snack and noticed these huge glowing balls shooting out of our stern in our wake… (read more)…
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