Trans-Atlantic

This one was an accident. Having never sailed before, I had no intention of sailing an Ocean. That was until chance made it possible, and it seemed like a good idea at the time. In retrospect, the toughest experiences and low points become fondest memories. I remember standing on the bow of a millpond ocean, one thousand miles from land, with playful spinner dolphins racing like emerald green torpedoes through clouds of bio-luminescent bacteria. I also remember the endless pattern of sleep-watch-sleep-watch-sleep, turning days to weeks and weeks to eternity. For an empty expanse of water, the Atlantic can teach you a lot.