Neptune was kind. Within thirty seconds, the wind did a 180 and popped to thirty-five. The boat turned around, pointed at Canada, and a quick drop of the main sorted things out.
Neptune was kind, and within about thirty seconds the wind did a complete 180. It popped up to thirty-five knots and the boat turned itself around and started heading toward Canada, which was not the plan. I quickly dropped the main and got us back in line.
Thankfully heading south again with the wind at our back. Just like I had imagined this trip would be about. Cleaned up the boat, and now headed to grab some sleep. Crazy night.
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A goat named Billie, a church far too big for its island, and the well-practiced grammar of leaving.
An evening in the hall at Rikitea for Fete des Meres, where the mothers of every age were the entire point.
A planned departure becomes a foot-bound circumnavigation, a chicken-killing support dog, and a porch full of pearls.