A wild ride from Maine to Maryland

It was pitch black outside when the anemometer hit 40 knots. Scanning the horizon for lights of passing ships or fishing boats, all I could make out were the faint, white crests of the massive North Atlantic swell — but barely. The coast was miles away and daylight seemed just as far.

This is pretty much what we were looking at for three nights in a row.

This is pretty much what we were looking at for three nights in a row.

We’d been at it for two days already and sleep was coming in fits. With three reefs in the main and just a scrap of staysail out, our speed was relentlessly fast and the Garcia Exploration 45 we’d been tasked with delivering took it all in stride. But the funny thing was, just like the boat, Jill and I felt as though we could go on for days, even weeks on end.

The captivating power of the ocean never ceases to amaze, and on this wild ride, it was breathtaking. Continue reading