Forty years ago, I set sail from Victoria, Canada, with my former (now late) husband, Michael, and our two young boys, Sam, 10, and Charlie, 4, bound for Hawaii—2,350 nautical miles away. We had no GPS, just a sextant and mathematical reduction tables for navigation. No generator, no water maker, no solar or wind generators—just wind and sails. I was 31 years old: young and immortal!
No GPS, No Problem: A Family’s Pacific Adventure
A veteran offshore sailor reflects on a pre-GPS Pacific crossing with two young boys, and how climate change and technology have transformed—and complicated—the art of bluewater voyaging.
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