It's a long effing way, I said.
I'm glad it's behind us, Alisa said.
I'm not going to try to write about the passage to the Marquesas - I think I nailed it pretty well last time, thank you very much, and it isn't an easy thing to write about. So this is just a quick rundown...
The first thing to understand about the passage is the planetary scale of it... check out the relative positions of San Diego and the Marquesas here:
Anyway, here are a few tidbits from our 20 days at sea:
We got a big surprise with how different four-year-old (nearly five!) Elias was on passage from his three-year-old self. Keeping him busy was a major part of our routine. Here he's making damper (Australians will understand) while Alisa makes bread. This was her other every-other-day chore.
Our solution to the heat rash was to keep him in the breeze of the cockpit as much as possible - here he's soaking in some precious fresh water in his kiddie pool.
Alisa and the boys.
Sewing the jib in the doldrums. God, was I sick when this picture was taken - the swell was very confused and my stomach didn't like it at all. Eric, Alisa and I were all also sick to varying degrees the first couple of days out of San Diego. Looks like Elias is the only one of us to be impervious.
King Neptune at the equator, bearing gifts of rum and chocolate for the second-time crossers among us. Eric got nothing but a little saltwater wiped on his brow. The boat is heeled over because we're already into the southeast trades, and in the midst of our 900+ miles of windward sailing to make Fatu Hiva.
We got into some reassuring routines - I read to Elias every evening, Alisa called into the Pacific Seafarers' net every night, that sort of thing. But a lot of the time we were also just trying to make it through to the end of the day - it can be tough to sail long distances with two little ones.
We caught all the fish we wanted - but no mahi mahi!
Calling in to the net.
Our landfall at Fatu Hiva - looking lush and inviting and just a bit mysterious, as a tropical island should!
The end, for now - we still have more than 4,000 miles to go to reach Oz!