Another day on the Atlantic, and Mother Nature continues to throw us curveballs. Yesterday, the wind was reaching gusts of up to 32 knots. Thankfully, it calmed down considerably overnight, but droppedto a gentle 6 knots. Unfortunately, that meant a few hours of motoring until it decided to pick again this morning.
Right now, we're sailing with a comfortable 15 knots of apparent wind, but it's coming from a bit further aft than ideal. Still, we're making progress, and that's what matters.
On the domestic front, there have been some culinary triumphs! Craig, bless his heart, whipped up a massive bucket of cottage pie before we left. We froze it in portions, and the trusty microwave has been working overtime heating it up for our meals. While the transfer from container to plate might not win any awards for presentation, let's just say the taste more than makes up for it! This delicious creation has become our staple diet, and luckily, we have enough for another week. Looks like Craig might single-handedly prevent scurvy on this voyage!
The Atlantic continues to reveal its secrets. Last night, we had our first visitor from the tropics – a flying fish landed on deck. A welcome sign of things to come, even though the nighttime temperatures still have us reaching for those warm pants and jackets.
Speaking of perspective, if we could truly visualize the vastness of the ocean, I don't know if anyone would dare to cross it in a 50-foot yacht. Right now, with the visible horizon about 12 nautical miles away for someone at sea level, it feels manageable. We just keep chugging along, one horizon at a time. But then you zoom out on the chart plotter, and the reality of the immense journey ahead hits you. It's a humbling reminder of the power and scale of the ocean. We've barely made a dent in the voyage ahead of us.
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