Here are some visuals to bring the narrative to life.
Alisa and I are both hoping we can get photos to share of the Marquesan facial tatoos.
More soon, Mike
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Alisa caught this extremely tasty Dorado just before we rounded the southern tip of the Baja - a great omen at the start of the trip.
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Alisa washed diapers every other day during the passage.
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This one got away, despite Alisa's every effort. It was big. We had a lot of hits on the crossing, but landed less than half of our fish - our gear was too light. When this was taken we were just about to pass Isla Clarion, a Mexican possesion way out west in the Pacific.
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Flying fish landed on the deck almost every night.
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Elias is mad for all things having to do with fish and fishing.
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I make this a juvenile masked booby,
Sula dactylatra. The bird and mammal communities were very different in the northeast and southeast trades.
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A group of these whales followed us for about twenty minutes - we're pretty sure they were Cuvier's beaked whales,
Ziphius cavirostris. Beaked whales are generally pretty mysterious, and this sighting was a real highlight.
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One reef in the main and the jib partly rolled up, so the trades must have been blowing fresh.
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Elias loves sitting on my lap during the ham radio net.
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Red-tailed tropicbird,
Phaethon rubricauda.
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The northeast trades.
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Down below at night family life goes on.
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Sweltering in the cockpit, and unsettled weather all around - the suspense of transiting the ITCZ.
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Approaching a squall just north of the equator. A little intimidating...
...but it's all good - just rain, no wind.
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Life with a one-year-old aboard, the good part.
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