USA

We’re gliding across the Sea of Cortez at a slow but comfortable pace. Deep azure waters surround us in every direction. While the spinnaker is pulling the boat gently on a downwind run, the only noise we hear is the occasional flapping of the massive sail in light winds. Tender swells seem to carry us on a cloud of fluffy cotton as we approach our last port in Mexico. But the sea hasn’t always been so kind to us since we departed the United States.

A picture of the bow making use of my tripod