I woke up to a fish in the cockpit this morning.

It was about a foot long, needle-like, and a brilliant blue and silver.

I tossed it overboard before getting a picture – oops.

If I ‘catch’ one again, I’ll take a picture.

 

Then, during the day, I saw 3 pieces of garbage.

The stuff was fairly close together, so I thought maybe I’ve crossed the path of another boat (no sign of any).

 

My GPS tells the distance to go to reach Hawaii, and later today I will be at 1000 miles to go.

I’m going to use this as an excuse to have one of the chocolate bars that I said I wouldn’t eat.

Then more celebrations at 750, 500, and 250 miles to go.

Food takes a different role when there’s little to do but watch the day go by.

I found some flavoured porridge the other day (from last year), and it disappeared quickly. Yum.

Unlike Shackleton, I don’t save the best ‘til last.

Most of the good food was gone long ago.