As a former America’s cup racer, I never thought I’d be writing this. But I’m starting to get used to “slow-motion yachting,” cruising along at four knots, or a little less than five miles per hour.
I’ve begun to realize that speed is a relative term. Three days ago, we sailed past a pretty good-sized migrating shark, maybe 25 feet long. The shark was moving at about the same speed as Race for Water. We could have stuck together for a while, but the shark was headed north and we were headed south. On board Race for Water we feel like we’re barely moving, but that shark will cover miles and miles at that slow and steady pace.
For sure, we’re at the beginning of a great adventure.
