Day 33 - Sand Point

June 6^th

            Sand Point is a small town on the way down the Aleutian chain. It was one of our refueling stops.

            The storm had passed. I stood on the flying bridge (the top of the boat), with the wind weaving through my hair. For a moment I closed my eyes, I remembered why I liked being on the ocean. The sensation of wind through my hair represents moving, changing, traveling to a new and exciting place I haven’t seen yet. It also feels really good.