Saturday, 4/29 - Day 6 at Sea
Where is Royce? Click to sail along! ⛵
It’s the weekend! Back home a Saturday looks like the girls gearing up for soccer, Tara and I tackling laundry, yard work, a walk to Starbucks, and a trip to Bed Bath and Beyond, if there’s time. When the chores are complete, we feel deserving of a happy hour with friends, or a date night. There might be time to play guitar, poorly I might add, or just relax on the couch to the latest PGA tour event. And that makes me happy. For a time…before I dream of being on the water.
So, here I am. On the water…dreaming about doing laundry. But really, what does an Atlantic Saturday present that a Tuesday doesn’t? There are rumors that we will be washing ourselves, or one another, at some point today. Perhaps we will do laundry. My shorts could stand watch on their own at this point - the salt, the sweat, the sunscreen. I’m surprised no complaints have been voiced about the general BO looming about the cabin. Thank Orion I’m a mouth breather.
I realize I bored us all to the grave with yesterday’s celestial commentary. Not my best journal work, but I have to share a few observations from last night’s sail. The midnight to 4am watch is by far my favorite. I wore shorts for the first time, and despite Staton’s yearning glances at my calves, I was very comfortable. The moon is almost halfway to its fullness, and painted an iridescent path for us to follow. I discovered the Scorpio constellation off our stern, as did Falken, for she increased her speed through the water to avoid a painful sting.
We are still reaching to the south to avoid a high pressure (low wind) system off our starboard. In the next day we will be swinging slightly to the north and heading straight west on a “great circle” to reach Antigua. Estimates now seem more accurate around arriving somewhere between the 9th and 11th. We are marking the chart at noon and midnight, daily, and it’s rewarding to watch our pencil marks inch closer to our destination. 5 days in, and we have only moved a handful of inches - which reminds us of the enormity of the earth, or the poor record keeping of the crew. Likely a combination of both.
I’m in the cockpit, on the low side, baking in the morning sun. I should be more concerned about skin cancer, but am distracted by Alejandro’s erratic driving. He chastised Chris yesterday for profiling him, but he’s not helping the Latin American stereotypes about being dangerous behind the wheel. I suggested he learn an instrument in retirement rather than leaning into his aspirational sailing career. He replied with the one thing out of his mouth I never struggle to understand - the middle finger.
And so it goes. A Saturday where, absent household chores, a soccer match, or cocktails, we are entertained by our brotherly love, off-colored jokes, and please God, helming lessons for the Costa Rican.
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