For three months, we've been sailing north along the east coast of the United States. The days are getting longer, and our solar panels soak up more sunshine. The weather is cooler, and we no longer spend our days in swimsuits, and the water has become a daily challenge of "ice baths”.
Sailing here is a new experience for us, with currents and winds clashes that we haven't encountered before, tides that require precise planning, and lightning storms and dense fog that add excitement. We've transformed from sea adventurers who spend most of the day in the water to those who meticulously plan where to leave the dinghy so the tides don't move it.
The northern East Coast of the United States is enchanting to me. The fog wraps us in a calming silence, and the eagles in the sky and seagulls gathering when we toss breadcrumbs into the water after meals add to the pastoral scene. We wander through forests, savoring the intoxicating scent of trees and sap, searching for fairies and acorns, and finding peace in nature.
Even though we're mostly alone and far from the sailing family community—those still on their journey north and those staying in warmer places—we meet new friends wherever we anchor. Even if it's just for a few hours, the connections we make are genuine and meaningful.
For two years, we've been wandering with the seasons, like birds or whales, close to nature and letting it dictate our pace and direction. This time, the journey has taken us north, and it's so refreshing. Summer is ending soon, and we'll need to head south to warmer places.
But we still have a few weeks to explore the magical areas of Maine, and I'm eagerly looking forward to it.
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