no matter how many training hours we had (for us, 749 hours of training and living on the “Spirit of Waubun”), rowing through the first night in our transatlantic journey is special. It was NOT absolutely dark! The dotted lights from land afar kept us company for a long…I mean…long time. I felt that the motherland would not cut us loose. Yes, our motherland is forever attached to us, in my heart and soul.
During my third night shift, I saw dawn (“the first light” of our second day). And, the land disappeared…the mixed feeling of missing it and being relieved hit me hard for the first time. I know it will appear again “shortly”. Checking our YB tracker, I told Ran, we may have won the fight against the wind last night, but we may lose our battle if the estimate ETA is in Sept, 73 days! We only brought 60 days of supplies! The beginning is always the hardest, and we have rowed through it.
Thanks for the wonderful gifts from friends and relatives. These are great treats when the sleepy eyes “saw” icebergs which were just a reflection from the water.
