Noon Position: 00 90S 152 00W
Bar: 1010, steady
Cabin Temperature: 87
Water Temperature: 82
Sail: All plain sail
Noon-to-Noon Miles Made Good: 150
Miles this leg: 4,944
Avg. Miles this leg: 124
Miles since departure: 22,050
Early this afternoon Mo and I crossed the line at 152W and are now plying home waters–which is to say, the North Pacific–for the first time since we crossed to the south on November 20th of last year. Six months we have been in southern latitudes; alien, tempestuous, frigid, alluring, rich and wild latitudes.
Of course, this is not how I envisioned coming home. The route as designed brought me back into the Pacific via the Bering Sea. That disappointment to one side, it is nice to be entering familiar territory; Hawaii, the North Pacific High, that coast line way off to the east. I anticipate sighting the Golden Gate Bridge the first week or so of July.
We will be home a month or two…and then off again. Back to sea. Back to the south.
Following up on a theme in yesterday’s post, it has often struck me as curious that passing over the equator is called, by sailors, crossing the line. This has seemed a too prosaic descriptor for an idiom so given to allusion and metaphor.
But I discovered the reason today.
Sailors, for all their poetry, are practical beings, after all. And when one can be precise, be precise.