The Virga 55 at anchor in a turquoise lagoon beside the reef, two people aboard, late afternoon.

Voyages

The day is
the destination.

First light
to last.

Out through the passage before the wind gets up. Thirty knots across open blue. Then the water turns pale and the anchor goes down over sand.

The Virga 55 at anchor over pale sand, seen from directly above. — Over sand, mid-morning.

The middle
of the day.

Swim off the platform. Eat under the top. Sleep where the shade is. The gyro keeps the boat still, and the lithium keeps it quiet.

A woman steps down onto the lowered swim platform of the Virga 55. — A step below the surface.

The cockpit of the Virga 55 seen from above the stern: lounge to port, bar to starboard, the helm beyond. — Lunch, in the shade of the top.

Home with the sun
behind you.

The Virga 55 running home at last light, the sun behind it and the coast a dark line. — Running home, last light.