The irons only lasted this morning, thank goodness, and by the end of the day we’re hauling at 6 knots / hour. We’ve come two thirds of our total distance and sitting idle for two days was growing wearisome as we grew impatient. Perhaps one day we’ll hit land?? I dared to ask, “Are we there yet??”
I feel expectant each time I exit the cabin and observe our surroundings. Thinking I’ll see other people, a boat or barge, landscape of some sort, mainland, island, something different…each time I gaze around I take in a watery seascape, 360° of it, the earth’s curve or perhaps its edge?
I’m losing my ability to walk. Always holding onto something in this unpredictable and perpetual earthquake zone, like an infant working her way around a room of furniture too large for her, coming up to the knees of parents, aunts, friends, as they watch me struggle with wobbly limbs and encourage me to take a few steps on my own. When I do I ride the rubber legged wave wobble, one foot dangerously and precariously placed in front of the other, waiting for the moment that I’ll lose balance and need to grab hold of a supportive hand or doorway before being tossed down or sideways. Even when no one is watching, it’s embarrassing.
What is going to happen when I hit solid ground??
@ 6pm
3° 18’ N
133° 15’ W
Traveled 34nm (slowest day on record)
~1-6 knots / hour
Breakfast: Granola and apple
Lunch: leftover beans and rice
Dinner: Tortilla crust Pizza with roasted garlic, onion, potato, rosemary
Green in the Blue 