Children of the Tides

“We all come from the sea, but we are not all of the sea. Those of us who are, we children of the tides, must return to it again and again, until the day we don’t come back, leaving only that which was touched along the way.” – Chasing Mavericks

Without the adrenaline rush of racing day in and day out, pushing the boat as hard as it can go, the guys often had to find something to do when they were off watch. Movies, books or sleep only go so far. As we entered the second half of the trip the days were getting warmer and the wind was getting lighter. Down below it was so hot that finding sleep was a struggle by night and practically impossible by day. We affectionately called this our “ carbon fiber sauna”. The promise of a cold beer, air conditioning and a sit-down meal that required more than one pot to prepare began to loom large for everybody.