I hadn’t been home for more than a few days—after being seven weeks away from my wife and son, including my eighth transatlantic and about 3,000 sea miles total—when the late-night text came in from Adam Brown, our bosun at 59° North.
“For some reason the batteries aren’t charging with the engine running. Stbd alternator doesn’t seem to be putting out.”
Crap.
Just before I’d left Antigua, Adam had arrived for a two-week routine maintenance period on our Farr 65, , a time to service everything from the winches and head home with no major projects on the list.
