Race To The Equator
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Race To The Equator

Race To The Equator

Race To The Equator sounds like the title of a bad science fiction movie but that’s what it’s been for Seaburban and these clouds. They’ve been playing catch-up since they appeared on the northern horizon earlier this afternoon.

Sometime late tonight, we will cross the equator. It will mean that Seaburban and I have sailed the length of the eastern North Pacific Ocean. From the Bering Sea to here. Not all this trip mind you, but all that water will still have passed beneath her keel.

I cannot cross without a celebration of some kind and Neptune will expect his dues. Salty, despite his mutinous intentions will expect his ration of grog to be at least doubled.

Follow my tracks in real-time: