Surfing the Gulf Stream

There is nothing more beautiful than the starry sky when you're out at sea miles from any lights or land, except perhaps the rival of the bioluminescence in the sea that sparkles the mirror image of those stars. That's how it was as we crossed the Gulf Stream heading South from Key West. Or that's how it was if we're just remembering the wonderful things; forgetting that Donny got such a good view of those stars because he was lying in the prone position nearly the whole time as he tried not to get seasick, or looking over the side at that bioluminescence as he did get seasick. Or the memories of the flapping of the jib that reminded us of a freight train that wouldn't stop for our 20 hour crossing because it got fouled in the furling, or the huge rolling waves and nearly gale force winds, the cold and the wet (like when a wave washed over Brooke) that persisted throughout the long dark night. But really, it was a good first crossing, though we're not so sure about weeks like that, so maybe we'll eventually get on a plane for our grand voyage around the world.