Galactic At Rest

We're in Opua now, one of the global centers of yachty-ness.  Opua is the northernmost port of entry for En Zed, and I think of it as a funnel at the end of the tradewind route across the South Pacific, catching all the yachts that come down from the tropics.  We're out of synch with the boats that crossed last year, so don't know many people here...but we did run into Momo, a family of four whom we last saw in Suwarrow, Cook Islands, in 2008.  It's funny how some people stick out in your memory, even if you never spent much time with them.

The energy in Opua is all about sailing away, as the migration to the tropics for the cyclone-free season has begun.

We're leaving too, but not on the boat.  We've parked Galactic on a mooring ball, and have a date with an Auckland - San Francisco flight tomorrow.

The boys have been vibrating with excitement for the last week.  I only hope they calm down once we're on the plane...