Day 5: Offshore to Panama Mel can understand why some sailors, especially single-handed sailors, can get spooked crossing oceans. For days now, the only sign on the ocean that other living creatures existed on this planet was the rare sighting of a tanker in the distance. That’s right. No birds, no fish, no dolphins. And…
Day 4: Offshore to Panama Today, we might as well be driving a car. Very slowly. We’ve got a single engine chomping diesel and pushing Jerry through minimal wind and waves. Sails are spookily quiet, as they are all tucked away. With the weather drama knob turned way down, Mel’s muse has become disinterested and…
Day 3: Offshore to Panama The original title of this post was going to be: Still Flying (a Spinnaker) to Panama. The title was changed because that is a lie. The spinnaker is currently down, due to calamity. Of course it is. Whenever Mel goes offshore, a little part of her never relaxes or goes…
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