I can't remember which book wrote that the Pacific was given its name
because it was Pacifico (peaceful). Today has been more Southern Ocean
than coconut milk run. Top wind speed was 32 knots true, with a 4-5m
swell running, moving at 15 knots. Our top speed was 18 knots, despite
having dropped down to double reefed main and jib. We even took a
couple of waves in the cockpit necessitating us to find the lee board!
All is well though and the sailing is still awesome - however another
10 knots of true wind and i can imagine it becoming man's conditions -
the wave distance out here is amazingly small (more Bristol Channel
than worlds largest ocean). Its day 14 today, with around 300 miles to
go. We haven't seen or heard from any other boat on the high seas
(apart from email contact with Elvis) for 12 days now (last sighting
being a fishing trawler near Isabela).
Julian
Captain's corner:
So really, it's a hard life out here, flying along at an awesome
pace, with amazing sailing conditions and brilliant weather... Okay,
so the weather board kept a ginormous wave from flooding the cabin,
but it drained in about 10 seconds, and the only casualty was my
pillow... I managed to keep my book and most of myself dry though...
My only true complaint is that the boss is a slave driver.... I had to
move all of two inches to reach my beer as it was being served...
It's a hard life!