In 1959, something bizarre and completely unprecedented happened in the Atlantic ocean.
I know what you’re thinking: Godzilla sighting…
Finding a message in a bottle is fun!
It’s also extremely addicting. And when I’m landlocked and working, and my mind wanders back to the beach, and to bottles shining in sunlight–
I start getting a little batty! The unopened bottles in my home become the tell-tale hearts of my life, always pulsing in their cardboard box, hijacking my concentration. I stare at them and want to open them and yes, yes, their time will come!
But I have to be extremely careful. The papers inside are the only links I have to the senders, soon to be (hopefully!) my friends. Each one is priceless, each brittle paper. So I wait until the time is right for each bottle, wait till I have time and a quiet day stretching out before me, when I can gather the tools and supplies I need. And then, the bottles know: there is no escape!
I’ve made a video to clarify the likely route of messages in bottles in the Atlantic Ocean. Check it out:
Sorry it’s so dark! But compare my map with the one depicted in this CBS Early Show segment.
I know it seems crazy to think that these messages in bottles travel in a big circle around the Atlantic, but it really is the most likely explanation. You can google around and find better maps of the currents–but they all say basically the same thing: stuff in the Atlantic circles clockwise.
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One day in February of 2008, I stepped on this message in a bottle:
That’s how I found it—no kidding: I stepped on it. I was walking on dunes covered in vines and succulent tropical plants, and suddenly my foot slipped off something roundish. When I pulled back the vines, there was this bottle, glinting sunlight back at me.