This and the next few posts are being added significantly delayed because Paul forgot the email address he set up to post to this blog by email.
May 19th, 2016
We’ve hardly been offshore a week, but it feels like much longer. Watch schedules break up the sleeping hours into more “nights” than there really are. The routine cycles on, and the sea stays unchanged: vast, rolling swells of deep cerulean blue. Outside of our instruments there are no visual cues to delineate our progress. We could as easily be 50 as 500 miles from land. The idea that people are awaiting word of our lives makes it less empty. News is more fun when shared: ‘Can’t wait to tell everyone we caught a yellow fin tuna,’ and ‘The lee cloth sewing turned out really well.’ The simple act of sending the OK message on the SPOT tracker brings a flicker of tangible connection; when the light indicates the message was sent I can clearly imagine the expectation and joy it brings to the people I care about. Moments like that are our best contact with humanity since we have not seen another ship or an airplane for several days, even just on the radar. The moral of the story: We’re having fun but are thinking of you, dear reader.
P.S. Also, chucking compost overboard is WAY more fun than it seems 🙂