One of my favourite poems is Kipling’s ‘If’. And those final lines of filling the ‘unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run’, twisting ‘heart and nerve and sinew to serve their turn long after they are gone’ seem especially fitting right now. Though for us it is the final days of unforgiving distance.
Coming in from rowing tonight – a very misty night – we have 128 miles to our waypoint at the western entrance to Adak island.
I am pretty zonked, totally stoked with adrenaline and excitement and chuffed to bits to have had two whales visit us today. Or we visted them when we nearly rowed into them. It is always humbling to be right alongside something so huge and peaceable and powerful, each of us as curious about the other.
Tony and James should now be somewhere over the Atlantic en route to our patch of the Pacific.
For now I am going to sleep. When I mentioned in a tweet earlier that I had started hallucinating and getting mad weird dreams Briony messaged me IN CAPITALS to tell me I needed to get more sleep. Never one to disobey capitals, I am off to bed immediately after sending this to Luce to post, though the adrenaline is keeping me awake at times – that crazy situation of being dog tired but not being able to get to sleep when you want to and then at others falling asleep and sleeping longer than you want to.
It’s my goal to go sub 100 miles by the end of tomorrow, though as ever we will wait to see what the forecast brings. It is changing every day at the moment – thankfully nothing nasty as yet. Fingers crossed.
Sarah, Happy Socks and Chimpy x