Yesterday was our slowest day with QuickStar covering only 144 miles. The good thing about it though (yes, this is for you Krys and Shorry in case you think I've lost my PollyAnna touch!)is that it was also the smoothest day. We had a swell of about 8 feet every 8 seconds, but it was consistent with only about a one foot wave on top. We almost felt like we were coastal cruising instead of being out in the wild blue yonder. Speaking of which, we can't believe how blue the water truly is.
With the diminishing winds, it did make for a lumpy sleep. Doug had a bit of excitement on his watch as he was relaxing (letting Max - our self-steering unit do the work) and listening to the IPOD. He heard a "plop" in the cockpit, and sure enough a flying fish crash landed. Doug was able to save it by throwing it back to the sea once it tired itself out from flapping its' wings.
We have been so incredibly lucky with the weather. We've been able to have Max (referred to as she - Maxine by the guys and he - Maxwell by the gals) do the steering at night, so that our four hour watches have been pretty easy. I'm getting lots of knitting done and just finished listening to "The Secret", which I will never tire of hearing again and again. During the days, we usually hand-steer while flying the chute since the wind is behind us. We have an informal watch system during daylight hours with each of the three adults taking a turn on the helm every hour or so.
This morning Shelby and I made pancakes in a very big sea. It was quite comical, especially spilling half the batter, but we had lots of fun doing it. When I lit the pan on fire she asked if I had every burned any food before....so Danny, you can stop laughing anytime!
Have yourselves a great week.
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