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Nope!! (Saying this after 4300 miles from Panama to marquesas)

Made it.

French Polynesia.

32 days, 3.5 hours at sea. Average speed 5.5 knots. 89 hours of engine run time.

Not bad for a 28’ monohull!

A glowing ocean sunset peeks out from under a poled-out light air sail. The jib is flying to port. Calm seas with enough wind to sail. It’s glorious.

Sailing into the sunset has ceased to be merely a dream.

It’s our current reality. Only 3300 miles to go.

😂😂😂

Code zero sail peeks out from behind the preventered-main in the Pacific Ocean, just past Isla Otoque. Diesel Jerry jugs visible on port side deck hint at the motoring that will be likely to cross the ITCZ but for now we’re sailing.

Wind filling in nicely. Have set a waypoint to clear Punta Mala.

Now if this counter-current would just disappear.

Day 1, passage Panama to Marquesas

Looking forward to it.

Better safe than sorry, but oh so heartbreaking.

2 flats of 30 eggs each, sandwiched between egg carton cardboard and tied together with pink yarn, sit on a fiddle-edged counter on a small sailboat. Prepping for a pacific voyage. These should last the duration of 4-6 weeks at sea, if we don’t eat them first.

Fresh goods purchased today (from small vendors at the Neri market in Panama City) included 2 flats of fresh, organic eggs.

60 eggs. $10.

Pressure cooker on stove, pints of chicken cooling on the counter. Operation “can all the things” is in full swing.

Canning sessions aboard, inspired by @sailingtotem.bsky.social

There’s room in the bilge for 30 of these pint jars. Stockpiling chicken, pork, and some ready-to-eat meals.

Smiling vendor stands proudly next to his stand of beautiful produce. A crate of tomatoes, one of onions and cabbage. Peppers and cucumbers peek out from behind. Market shopping is one of the joys of cruising life.

Fresh market scene from today. I only bought onions and cabbage: will be back Friday morning for the major bulk of what we’ll take. This guy was super helpful finding hard onions with no soft spots.

Fresh produce that hasn’t been refrigerated will last longer than stuff that has.

I love these posts - no desire to do a trip like this (not at the moment anyway) but it’s fascinating to read about. Thanks!

What an experience. Wow.

This is just the most delightful trick.

A rock island, looking very much like a sphinx, guards the approach to one of the bays on Isla San Jose in the southern Perlas. Cool sights not very many people get to see.

Weird rock formations, Las Perlas edition.

We sailed out from Isla San Jose this morning after an uncomfortable night in the swell. (Still better than bugs, thank you very much.)

From one angle, this looks like a sphinx. From another, one of the Easter Island moai.

It’s a real live version of Chopped.

Love the colors reflected in the water. Sunsets on the water are stunning.

Curved palm trees on a dusty colored beach with a moody sea and sky behind. A lone sailboat is framed between 2 of the trees.

Guna Yala, Panama, December 2024. Last Atlantic side beaches for a while!

Rush hour traffic Coral City style #jacks #jackcrevalle #horseeyejack #jacknado #zoom #zoomzoom #zoomzoomzoom #rushhour #traffic #school #coral #coralhead #coralcitycamera #miami #portmiami #miamibeach #biscaynebay #bridgeinitiative #bfi #noaa #aoml #coralcity

Ouch.

A pan of rolled oats studded with nuts and seeds, tossed to shiny with cinnamon, vanilla, and maple syrup, awaits a turn in the oven. It’s granola in the raw. Making this when we haven’t been near a store since January 26 means we’ve been self sufficient, and that makes me happy.

Making granola this morning and pondering what “self sufficient” means.

There are so many angles to this, from skills to gear to supplies.

Present me thanks past me.

#selfsufficientgalley #cruisinglife

I’m guessing we crossed paths. We were there January-March

You were there last winter? We were too, on Mischief.

I suggest a cargo net. #askmehowiknow

Door? What’s a door? 😬😂

That’s not a passage to underestimate. Glad you made it okay.

It’s the nautical equivalent of a junk drawer.

Two rafted sailboats point at the transom of a red container ship called Barrington Island. The waters in the lock are calm. The sunset and overhead lights reflect on the water. This was our Panama Canal transit.

Three weeks (and a different ocean) ago…

Happy birthday to Dave!!

We’ve decided we prefer a rolly anchorage to a bug-ridden one.

A light outside a bug screen, covered with no-see-ums. It was a miserable, slap and scratch night.

There’s a new anchorage rating system on Calypso this morning.

The “S” system. It’s for bugs. The more “S”, the worse the spot.

Screen. Spray. Smoke. Slap. Scratch.

Last night was a solid 5-S. About to pick up the hook and hightail it out of here.