September 6, 2019
Another long night of sleep with no thought to course or speed or set of sail. Just sleep.
In the early morning, a light breeze from the SE and a low overcast that allowed but a sliver of blood orange sun as it crested the horizon.
Quietly I rose, crossed Mandragore’s decks to the pier, and hiked the town before it was fully awake.
I departed just after 10am.
Point Barrow is 500 miles to the W. Nome, another 500 miles further on.