|Eleanor beachcombing, Del Viento behind her.|
On overnight passages, they are sacked out while Windy and I take turns in the cockpit, on watch. Even in the warm climates, we are usually in long pants and fleece in the cockpit at night. We watch the glowing bioluminescent streaks left by dolphins too dark to see, we track the far-off lights of other boats, and we star gaze. Of course, all the while, night watches also mean hours of listening to music or This American Life podcasts and eating Doritos or chocolate, reserved especially for these times.
|Here Frances is on the bow pulpit, scanning for dolphins or whales.|
Just aft of her, but forward of the mast, is Eleanor in a green shirt
and sitting on deck, doing something on the iPad.