Twenty-four days and a handful of minutes had sailed past, and I had seen nothing in front of my bow to challenge Panache. It was otherworldly to be so close to ... something. It was green. How could I almost forget such a crazy beautiful color? I hadn't seen a color like that for […]
September 14, 2012 by ZSOL Eight words to sum up my crossing from Galapagos to the Marquesas: Long. Void. Hands-free. Are we there yet? Now that I’m safely tethered to land in Fatu Hiva, it’s time to reflect. The problem is there was so much down time, that that’s all I can recollect. You would think this would make pulling […]