It was a dark night on a black sea that knew how to keep its’ secrets. I’d trimmed the mains’l and jib smartly; on the open water there’s no room for dumb. A brightly illuminated chart plotter told me there were no other vessels within 100 miles in any direction. Also told me I was on course for the Dominican Republic. All alone in the dark. A red headlamp on my forehead and and only my pair of bare feet on the cockpit floor.
|Hdg-330 degrees; Boat speed-7.971 kts|
|My empty coffee mug at the helm|
|Position of our boat, north of Bonaire|
using an iPad
|authors' silhouette in cockpit|
|torso brace attached to safety bar|
|Sailing from Bonaire to Dominican Republic. A nice sail.|