10 Jun The Line
The Equator at dawn. And with daybreak, the last of the milestones turned. By my reckoning 0 00 154 59W.
We ghosted across in less than 5 knots of breeze doing just over 3. It has been that way all night. Even under cumulus showers the wind would not waver. Something less than a freight train, but we were on rails.
Stomping grounds and familiar stars. Polaris at night and the sun, although still North and heading further still, back where I know it best. And it is summer. Just like that in fact: One moment winter, the next summer although here there is little to choose between the two.
Now it feels like the home stretch. Now it feels as if it’s possible despite the odds. Now the obstacles seem molehills instead of mountains. Now is the Northern Hemisphere.
Follow my tracks in real-time: