Solo Saskatchewan sailor could be person safest on Earth from coronavirus The Line The Equator at dawn. And with daybreak, the last of the milestones turned.
By my reckoning 0 00 154 59W. We ghosted across in less than 5 knots of breeze doing just over 3. It has been that way all night.
Even under cumulus showers the wind would not waver. Something less than a freight train, but we were on rails. Stomping grounds and familiar stars.
Polaris at night and the sun, although still North and heading further still, back where I know it best. And it is summer. Just like that in fact: One moment winter, the next summer although here there is little to choose between the two.