We crossed the equator at 2:30 pm (Zulu) today. The sea doesn't know it but we do. No longer a "Polly Wog", circa 1899 sailors would now refer to me as a "Shell Back".
Lack of wind has put us behind course but we are within a week of our destination (about 700 miles to the south). However, I don't really think about it. I have found as much patience as the sailing is slow. Time is distorted. I don't have a watch, my electronics are in a time-zone hours and hours ahead, there are no clocks aboard the boat. I wake when I am rested, I eat when I am hungry, I sleep when I am tired, I take on tasks at the time they need be accomplished. My schedule is based on either necessity or convenience. For the sake of the blog any mention of time is largely speculation to give context. I'll be happy when we get to Nuku Hiva but I am in no rush. To rush against the ocean and wind would result only in loss and fatigue.
I was delighted to receive a few messages forwarded by my father. Anytime I am away from Atlanta I marvel at how wonderful my life is at home-- undeniably due to my friends. I miss three things primarily: friends, dogs, and fountain drinks. When I get home I want to jump in a pool of friends and puppies and float around sipping from a Styrofoam 64 oz. Big Gulp. Can you picture it? Good because this will more than likely happen. The messages were nice but short. It is difficult for me to ascertain the effectiveness of my writing. Am I thorough in the portrayal of the voyage. I don't know. So I'm asking that you ask me something. I'd be obliged to answer questions, serious or not. Despite three weeks of physical inability to be more than 37 feet away from another human it is still lonely out here. Send something short to Robert.Lange@gmail, and don't forget to check the Yotreps site, we update everyday.
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134 degrees 06 minutes west"
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