We crossed the equator just after eight this morning. Poor Dunbar missed his morning nap because he graciously got up, took down the sails and ran the engines so Rory and I could each jump overboard and swim across the equator. (I did it with a line around my waist securing me to the boat. Rory is braver than I.) Swimming in 13,000+ foot deep water is pretty cool.
That milestone accomplished, we relaxed our strict no-alcohol-under-way with some celebratory champagne, re-raised the Code Zero and resumed our trek northwards. We plan to get into the northern trade winds which should give us a great tack into the Caribbean.