her bed while breakfast cooked. After an hour or so, she emerged with a tiny scroll of paper, tied with ribbon. She placed this message, plus a pencil, inside the empty wine bottle we had saved for this momentous occasion.
We wanted to sing some sort of shanty or other commemorative song to wish the small glass vessel a fair voyage. Unable to come up with any such appropriate song, we lined the rail while she prepared to fling the bottle overboard. We hope that this little vessel has as much fun as we did on our journey, travels far and wide, and we hope that one day someone finds it and emails us!
A few hours later, we found ourselves in 20 knots of wind, experiencing an exhilarating sail through the channel that separates the Big Island and Maui. Fast, fun, we worked hard cranking sails and steering through swells, and we grinned from ear to ear. Once around the top of the island, the swells subsided but the wind remained, giving us a sweet and
fast ride to our anchorage, a roadstead spot on the northwest shore of the island. We circled the anchorage and then let loose the anchor, relishing in the thump thump sound of chain rushing out of its holder in the bow.
And then. We. Stopped. For the first time in 20 days, we ceased moving forward.
We now gently sway at anchor, celebrating our accomplishment, making popcorn for dinner and taking photos of this spectacular sunset that Hawaii is painting in the sky for us.
We are satisfied. Relieved. Satiated. Overwhelmed. Happy. Filled up. Released. Thankful. Appreciative. Silly. Smiling and breathing deeply, we laugh and settle in. Being at anchor provides a needed transition between our nomadic lifestyle and one on land. Still bobbing on the sea, but anchored securely to land, we adjust and relish in life.
2,786 nm away from Mexico, 36 nm to our final destination in Kona, Hawaii.
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