by K.L. Sullivan
Two hundred miles south of the Equator and a thousand miles from land, my husband and I were crossing the Pacific from Mexico to New Zealand on our 24-foot sailboat. It was Spring 2012, the trade winds had stopped unexpectedly, and we were becalmed for three weeks. How calm was it? So calm that the avocado peels thrown overboard after lunch passed us.
How calm was I? Not very, after chasin...
Published on February 12, 2025 04:03