Poor Climate Action Now was smashed completely on her side as tones of water was dumped on us. The winds were at a peak, and it was blowing 45 knots at this moment. The wave seemed to strike……

When I finally did wake up, I had a text from Bob McDavitt suggesting that I needed to get north enough to reach 52 South in a few days. He said it was to avoid Rime Ice. I messaged him back because I wasn’t too sure what type of ice Rime Ice was. He said………..

The iciness of the conditions was suddenly a whole lot colder and I started shivering as I opened those clutches. I pushed through the pain and as fast as I could I hoisted the main sail up. By the time I climbed back inside my right foot was on fire, along with my hands..

Again, all the best intentions to get sleep and the weather gods just can’t let me have it. I was just prepping for bed at 3 am (I know, my body clock is all over the place) when the winds built from the SW 15 knots or less that I had enjoyed all night to a brisk 25 knots from the W. I was awaiting a new system to hit tonight……….

These knock downs were occurring in different severity almost every 20 minutes and while it didn't feel dangerous it was rough. I opted to spend most of the day in bed trying to nap and make up for the many days of little sleep. I find in these conditions……….

I have decided that I am going to name each weather drifting buoy after a famous sailor who has one way or another, inspired my journey through sailing. And for the first one I am naming it 'Kay Cottee'. I first read Kay’s story in 2010 after I had been sailing for around a year. I remember reading her story and thinking to myself that……