Saturday night is here! Only 215 miles to go, so we'll be in tomorrow for party time! Lighter winds gave everyone a chance to rest up finally after so many days of hard driving. A bit dull and very very hot in the afternoon, even after most of us finally had a chance to take a bath at the back of the boat. Scott solved the boredom problem with a smuggled speaker aboard and we rocked the afternoon away on the R2 dance floor under the shade of the big A2 spinnaker.
The evening brings a bit more wind and we are back to some small surfs and a favorable shift towards the finish line. Last night was such a gorgeous sunset, seen I think only by our little boat. Makes you wonder if really the purpose of our world is just a cosmic canvas, under constant variation for every hour and for every latitude, just for the joy of the Artist. Or maybe its just another reason we do Transpac.
Aloha!
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Saturday, July 20, 2019
Friday, July 19, 2019
Day 7?
Ok.. first a mea culpa. The good thing about unplugging from everything means you very quickly forget what day of the week it is. So refreshing not knowing or caring really. Unfortunately, this added to to the general fatigue of breakneck racing and occasionally getting an interrupted 2 hour sleep inside of a tomblike enclosure, shared with your crewmate racked 4 inches above or below you, while the primary winch is 12" from your head above and the ocean rushes by just on the other side of your shoulder.... makes one (this one) incapable of converting dates to days.
We should arrive not on Sat evening.. but SUNDAY. 7/21. Hopefully, actually, more like in the afternoon if we can keep in the pressure.
Now.. the tough part. How to tell the rest of the crew...
(sheepishly)
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We should arrive not on Sat evening.. but SUNDAY. 7/21. Hopefully, actually, more like in the afternoon if we can keep in the pressure.
Now.. the tough part. How to tell the rest of the crew...
(sheepishly)
Data.
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Thursday, July 18, 2019
Day 6 Bonus Update: Second Gauntlet thrown!
Looks like the other J125s have a commanding lead on us... but we're not ones to focus on the negatives. Instead it's currently looking like we'll be finishing on Sat evening. So, new goal... arrive at the dock to have the best arrival party! Hope the crews of the other Js make it!
Meanwhile... more fun surfing tonight! Woot!
Data.
Day 6 update
Woo! It's been a couple of days now since the last update. All is well here, some relearning of rusty skills and some learning of new ones the hard way, and we are rocketing towards the finish in what should be our fastest crossing yet. For the past two days and much of the nights we've been at max speed. "Drive it like you stole it" is the motto. The boat going down surfs at 20+ kts... not sure how fast because the speedo comes out of the water as she planes clear to the keel. (I hold the maximum recorded speed at 26.87kts as crashed bow into the wave in front sending water clear back to soak my trimmer...oops. Sorry, not sorry.)
Of course every act has some karma associated with it. I've been grinding when Scotty drives. He takes pride in having kept me dry during my shift. Alas, on two occasions, my relief was a minute or two late and in that small moment, I've managed to get a wave shipped perfectly as to go up my jacket fill my shirt and squirt out my neck. With nothing dry or dry-able down below, I shivered in my berth, warmed by the knowledge that Scott's record is intact.
Oh, did I mention that I'm the driest of the crew? Anyway, all is well... fun is being had. Memories being made. Wish you all could be here too.
Data
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
Day 5
This is what we came for people!
Last night in the Pacific was spectacular. The wind was blowing us towards Hawaii with enough pressure to allow Reinrag2 to surf from 12 to about 20 kts on the smallish 2 to 4 foot seas. The air was in the low 70s, chilly with wind on wet clothes, but pleasant to my New England accustomed senses. Oh, and the moon was full and shining down on all, the white foam of breaking waves, the sparkle of the spray from the bow, and the ghostly white of the spinnaker curl in trim.
As I relieved Tom and took my turn at the helm, he admitted understatedly, "Ok, maybe I had fun for a few moments there." Pointing out that there is something here in these moments of driving a small boat across this wide ocean that make it worth the price of admission. The expense, the months of preparation, even for a boat and crew that's done it before, and the time away from family and career. Why do we do it? And why do we come back and do it again? We do it for last night, that feeling.
Behind the wheel, I started to think how I can describe it. I chuckle to myself as I think in my SoCal raised way, "it's just awesome dude!" And in a way it is.. a feeling of awe. No, not so much in the natural world around us; it is just too alien. The ocean raging from the trade winds, the tiny sails of the jelly fish, the moon and Jupiter beside it are indifferent to our passing (although the porpoise do check in on us from time to time). No, I feel the awe about the humanity invading this night so far from land. This boat, these five primates on it, riding, crashing, bursting towards Hawaii.
I stand behind the wheel, my feet firmly planted on the deck, through which I feel the boat almost as though it were an extension of my body. The pitch and roll of the boat tells me what the waves are doing, though I see only a crest reflecting the moonlight. The boat pitches down and begins to roll to leeward as the stern is lifted by the oncoming wave. Like a dinghy I shift my weight unconsciously to windward and will the boat to catch (in fact I move the wheel to leeward and the boat rolls windward). She catches the wave and accelerates. Tom is watching the sail and grinds in to keep her pulling as the apparent wind shifts forward. The boat is now doing half again as much speed as before and I hunt by feel and moonlight for a second wave to catch, or a clean exit from the one I'm on. Eventually the boat slows and Tom eases the sheet.
There are instruments to help... a compass, apparent wind angle, boat speed etc.. but these are secondary checks. Surfing is done by feel. You feel the wave, and you move the boat... and it's a wonder. Standing at the wheel, riding over the ocean is just awesome.
Yeah Tom. You did have fun for a moment. And the better thing is.. we just reached the trades. Many more moments and days to come.
Aloha!
Data
Monday, July 15, 2019
Day 3...
Saturday, July 13, 2019
First day!
Tough first day, as usual, so all good. Living in the 45 degree slant makes things difficult to do, so this is a short update. Lots of wind and very wet water. We took last night to try to tame a wild mule that snuck aboard somehow, not sure if thats a winning strategy yet. Might seem lonely down here, but we have seen plenty of porpoise.
More when it gets a bit flatter.
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More when it gets a bit flatter.
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Friday, July 12, 2019
Start!
After months of preparation... we made it to the start line. Clean start and on our way out to Catalina and on to Hawaii. Here we go!
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Sunday, July 7, 2019
2019 Transpac!
Reinrag² is sailing in the 50th Transpac race from Los Angeles to Honolulu! We'll be in Division 3, with several of our sisterships. Our start is on Friday July 12. The crew is Tom (skipper), Kevin (co-Navigator), Darren (co-Navigator), Jared (bow), and Scott (runners?). Its gonna be a blast!
Saturday, July 19, 2014
50 miles to go.
We're approacing Oahu.. just about 5 hours to finish.. give or take with
current conditions. Just took down our biggest sail as a largish squall
overruns us. Hopefully it will bring us right into the finish line. Its
been a good day.. pretty fast and the crew is smiling.. thinking about
seeing our families and a clean water shower and a drink with ice in it.
(and for me personally.. I'd have like to say I weaned myself from my
google addition, but I'm already itching to look up the kind of birds that
are swooping out on the waves outside.)
Can't wait for Aloha! Ok.. back to work.. got to pack a spinnaker.. not
there yet.
Data.
current conditions. Just took down our biggest sail as a largish squall
overruns us. Hopefully it will bring us right into the finish line. Its
been a good day.. pretty fast and the crew is smiling.. thinking about
seeing our families and a clean water shower and a drink with ice in it.
(and for me personally.. I'd have like to say I weaned myself from my
google addition, but I'm already itching to look up the kind of birds that
are swooping out on the waves outside.)
Can't wait for Aloha! Ok.. back to work.. got to pack a spinnaker.. not
there yet.
Data.
Last Day!
Just filed the 0800 (PDT) position report... Just 171 "glorious miles" to
go and we have the boat pointed at the mark.
It's still dark on the boat of course as we are so near to Hawaii now.
Venus came up and pierces through the clouds with its intense brightness
that seems to change color like a diamond... like Jerry sang, "the spiral
light of Venus rising first and shining best."
Last night was so beautiful... perfect conditions for star gazing. The
boat moving fast enough to be easy to drive, but not so break neck that it
required a huge amount of concentration.. and the moon didn't rise until
half the night was over. Mostly clear skys let the stars pop out.. the
milky way just parallel with our course on the port side guiding us into
Hawaii. And just to make sure we didn't get lost.. I counted 4 meteors
aiming in the same way off our port bow.
Just hours away now. See you soon our loves.
(Keep the bar open friends.)
Data.
go and we have the boat pointed at the mark.
It's still dark on the boat of course as we are so near to Hawaii now.
Venus came up and pierces through the clouds with its intense brightness
that seems to change color like a diamond... like Jerry sang, "the spiral
light of Venus rising first and shining best."
Last night was so beautiful... perfect conditions for star gazing. The
boat moving fast enough to be easy to drive, but not so break neck that it
required a huge amount of concentration.. and the moon didn't rise until
half the night was over. Mostly clear skys let the stars pop out.. the
milky way just parallel with our course on the port side guiding us into
Hawaii. And just to make sure we didn't get lost.. I counted 4 meteors
aiming in the same way off our port bow.
Just hours away now. See you soon our loves.
(Keep the bar open friends.)
Data.
Friday, July 18, 2014
300 miles to go!
Just a short update with 300 nm to go. The afternoon wore on with little
change in the heat.. but we did get that squall I was hoping for. For
about an hour it looked like a personal express train to Hawaii for R2. Of
course, it didn't last.. but gave us the opportunity to dry out a few
spinnakers and then enjoy the afternoon under the shade of the big A2. We
joked around and I had to ask for a moment of silence because I haven't
done enough situps to handle the belly laughs.
We see more birds now... two days ago a lone albatross, and now 6 white sea
birds (terns perhaps?) are flitting about. Clearly getting closer to land.
Hoping to get in before the bar closes on Sat night.
Data.
change in the heat.. but we did get that squall I was hoping for. For
about an hour it looked like a personal express train to Hawaii for R2. Of
course, it didn't last.. but gave us the opportunity to dry out a few
spinnakers and then enjoy the afternoon under the shade of the big A2. We
joked around and I had to ask for a moment of silence because I haven't
done enough situps to handle the belly laughs.
We see more birds now... two days ago a lone albatross, and now 6 white sea
birds (terns perhaps?) are flitting about. Clearly getting closer to land.
Hoping to get in before the bar closes on Sat night.
Data.
Tropics
Woo.. its hot here. It's late morning.. the sun is out, the deck is
burning hot and I'm writing from down below where its a bit like a steam
oven.
The good part of it being late morning though is that the sun will soon
bring the afternoon wind and we'll be back over 15 kts of wind for the next
12 hours.. it will be refreshing not to mention helpful in trying to hold
on to our position in the race. Not much to be done tactically now..
unless you count on strange rituals as means of bringing our own personal
squall to bring us to Hawaii.
In the meantime... we tell stories and laugh. Its been a good trip.. just
another day or so with any luck.
Data.
burning hot and I'm writing from down below where its a bit like a steam
oven.
The good part of it being late morning though is that the sun will soon
bring the afternoon wind and we'll be back over 15 kts of wind for the next
12 hours.. it will be refreshing not to mention helpful in trying to hold
on to our position in the race. Not much to be done tactically now..
unless you count on strange rituals as means of bringing our own personal
squall to bring us to Hawaii.
In the meantime... we tell stories and laugh. Its been a good trip.. just
another day or so with any luck.
Data.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
a female perspective ... by Lashawna
With only a couple days left in this great adventure, a realization occured
to me...I have raced across the Pacific with Team Reinrag four times now as
well as several Cabo Races, but have never contributed to our blog. Being
the only female aboard I figured I might give you the feminine perspective
of living in a 100 sq. ft. petri dish with five stinky boys (I, of course,
smell like roses). First of all, boys have a strange fascination with their
regularity and enjoy sharing information better left unsaid. There is also
the bizarre habit of insulting eachother in a loving sort of way, something
I have not been graciously exempt from. Fortunately, I too know how to say
I love you with four letter words...and, no, I don't mean L-O-V-E. Now that
we are on our 7th day of co-habitation we've really settled into our groove
of sleep, eat, drive, trim. My day goes something like this...wake up at 1
am with a red light in my face saying "Your up"...wiggle out of the "spider
hole" put on all my soggy gear, harness, head lamp...slam a Red Bull...go
on deck, take a face shot of sea water, trim sails for an hour, drive for
an hour, and the last hour of watch usually involves pillaging for snacks.
4 am...crawl back into spider hole, or not, if there's a sail
change...repeat every 3 hrs. All in all it's a good life and there's always
a little angst about the finish of a race. The six of us are spread out
among the East Coast, West Coast and Hawaii and usually only see eachother
to race. But all good things must come to an end the wind is building and I
must go "Hamachi Hunting"
Aloha,
Lush (AKA J-girl)
to me...I have raced across the Pacific with Team Reinrag four times now as
well as several Cabo Races, but have never contributed to our blog. Being
the only female aboard I figured I might give you the feminine perspective
of living in a 100 sq. ft. petri dish with five stinky boys (I, of course,
smell like roses). First of all, boys have a strange fascination with their
regularity and enjoy sharing information better left unsaid. There is also
the bizarre habit of insulting eachother in a loving sort of way, something
I have not been graciously exempt from. Fortunately, I too know how to say
I love you with four letter words...and, no, I don't mean L-O-V-E. Now that
we are on our 7th day of co-habitation we've really settled into our groove
of sleep, eat, drive, trim. My day goes something like this...wake up at 1
am with a red light in my face saying "Your up"...wiggle out of the "spider
hole" put on all my soggy gear, harness, head lamp...slam a Red Bull...go
on deck, take a face shot of sea water, trim sails for an hour, drive for
an hour, and the last hour of watch usually involves pillaging for snacks.
4 am...crawl back into spider hole, or not, if there's a sail
change...repeat every 3 hrs. All in all it's a good life and there's always
a little angst about the finish of a race. The six of us are spread out
among the East Coast, West Coast and Hawaii and usually only see eachother
to race. But all good things must come to an end the wind is building and I
must go "Hamachi Hunting"
Aloha,
Lush (AKA J-girl)
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
The power!
What a fantastic night. Starting just before our party.. we did a sail change and a
sail backwards to remove a rubber 2x4 like object that had wrapped around our keel..
we set out for a squall line. Chased it down but didn't quite catch it for 2 hours.
Then after the party, another squall came through.. JJ set a new record boatspeed at
21.2 kts. The wind kept up in the lulls to 19 kts just about all night. We hauled
the mail.
Morning came and we awaited the 0800 position report. OK.. admittedly, the 0800
position report was a bit of a disappointment to us. Clearly our competitors to the
North are just as crazy as we are racing this inspiredly designed yacht at the edge
of destruction all night long. Kudos on them.. and there are still 800 miles to go!
Our day has been perfect. The sun is out in force. (I've got a sunburn through my
shirt). The seas have grown to 2m giving nice launch ramps for surfing. The winds
remain in the 20 kts range. And R2 is just rocketing along. The sheer power is
amazing. She starts off in the 12 kt range and then a gust of wind comes with a nice
ramp and in seconds you are doing 20+ kts.. (I had a record for an hour at 22.1, but
Kevin took it back at 23.1).
The acceleration is immense. I was thinking of trying to calculate the required
power but the nav table is bouncing too much to put pencil to paper.
Where does all that power come from? Sure, its the solar flux that is measured in
megawatts per meter, causing heating of the water, evaporation, and convection of air
masses both vertically causing the squalls and in latitude causing the weather
systems.. But, still the ocean in a squall is a pretty amazing sight to see. And
maybe still more is that through (ok millenia of) naval architechture and sail
design, we apes got it focused down into a 41' boat.
Oh.. and another scatalogical update.. this ape enjoyed the head today!
Data
sail backwards to remove a rubber 2x4 like object that had wrapped around our keel..
we set out for a squall line. Chased it down but didn't quite catch it for 2 hours.
Then after the party, another squall came through.. JJ set a new record boatspeed at
21.2 kts. The wind kept up in the lulls to 19 kts just about all night. We hauled
the mail.
Morning came and we awaited the 0800 position report. OK.. admittedly, the 0800
position report was a bit of a disappointment to us. Clearly our competitors to the
North are just as crazy as we are racing this inspiredly designed yacht at the edge
of destruction all night long. Kudos on them.. and there are still 800 miles to go!
Our day has been perfect. The sun is out in force. (I've got a sunburn through my
shirt). The seas have grown to 2m giving nice launch ramps for surfing. The winds
remain in the 20 kts range. And R2 is just rocketing along. The sheer power is
amazing. She starts off in the 12 kt range and then a gust of wind comes with a nice
ramp and in seconds you are doing 20+ kts.. (I had a record for an hour at 22.1, but
Kevin took it back at 23.1).
The acceleration is immense. I was thinking of trying to calculate the required
power but the nav table is bouncing too much to put pencil to paper.
Where does all that power come from? Sure, its the solar flux that is measured in
megawatts per meter, causing heating of the water, evaporation, and convection of air
masses both vertically causing the squalls and in latitude causing the weather
systems.. But, still the ocean in a squall is a pretty amazing sight to see. And
maybe still more is that through (ok millenia of) naval architechture and sail
design, we apes got it focused down into a 41' boat.
Oh.. and another scatalogical update.. this ape enjoyed the head today!
Data
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Half way party!
Just a quick note.. because this constitutes drunk blogging. Having our
half way party... just after a long squall with 20 miles of 15+ kts
driving.. ( got the record back from JJ who did 21.2 this morning.. I hit
21.2.. silly, but fun.) Enjoyed a bottle of Port between the 6 of us and
we're feeling fine.
half way party... just after a long squall with 20 miles of 15+ kts
driving.. ( got the record back from JJ who did 21.2 this morning.. I hit
21.2.. silly, but fun.) Enjoyed a bottle of Port between the 6 of us and
we're feeling fine.
Black is the night, and full of FUN!
We aren't technically in the tropics yet.. but its starting to get
tropical. The wind is finally "abaft the beam" and the downwind spinnaker
is up. First typical day of racing.. our die is set, our "slot" can't be
changed and we focus on our boatspeed and hope that the wind to the north
with our competitors isn't that much favored.
My 11 pm watch was... worth the price of admission. Got up in the pitch
black.. moon not yet up and overcast. Lush compared it to driving the
"Space Mountain" ride. Asked about my night driving.. I boasted that it
was better than my day driving. Its funny, but in some ways, its true..
just focusing on the compass course, the curl of the spinnaker lit by the
running lights, and the feel of the sea transmitted through the deck to
your feet and the wheel to your hands. "Use the force, Luke!" On the
other hand, not seeing the world around you does leave you feeling like you
are constantly making a left turn, but just ignore that.
Did I mention there was 23+ kts of wind and we surfed to 20+ kts. Oh...
yeah. Nothing like it. So exhilarating. (As I write this... Sailor Chick
just bested my speed with 21+ kts.)
My last watch ended with dawn.. Venus came up first.. just over the edge of
a little squall. Nice misting and a bit of pressure. What a great
beginning of the day. (oh.. and the fresh air reminds me.. time for a bath
today!)
So.. are we having a good time.. you bet. Thanks everyone for making it
possible for us come out to play.
Data
tropical. The wind is finally "abaft the beam" and the downwind spinnaker
is up. First typical day of racing.. our die is set, our "slot" can't be
changed and we focus on our boatspeed and hope that the wind to the north
with our competitors isn't that much favored.
My 11 pm watch was... worth the price of admission. Got up in the pitch
black.. moon not yet up and overcast. Lush compared it to driving the
"Space Mountain" ride. Asked about my night driving.. I boasted that it
was better than my day driving. Its funny, but in some ways, its true..
just focusing on the compass course, the curl of the spinnaker lit by the
running lights, and the feel of the sea transmitted through the deck to
your feet and the wheel to your hands. "Use the force, Luke!" On the
other hand, not seeing the world around you does leave you feeling like you
are constantly making a left turn, but just ignore that.
Did I mention there was 23+ kts of wind and we surfed to 20+ kts. Oh...
yeah. Nothing like it. So exhilarating. (As I write this... Sailor Chick
just bested my speed with 21+ kts.)
My last watch ended with dawn.. Venus came up first.. just over the edge of
a little squall. Nice misting and a bit of pressure. What a great
beginning of the day. (oh.. and the fresh air reminds me.. time for a bath
today!)
So.. are we having a good time.. you bet. Thanks everyone for making it
possible for us come out to play.
Data
Monday, July 14, 2014
Balls!
You may have heard.. there is a lot of trash and debris out in the ocean.
Mostly we've been seeing small rubber balls (or floats) used by fishing
vessels to hold nets up. Today we saw about 1 per hour. (A running count
by Kevin is up to 25.. and he hasn't seen them all.) But just a bit ago..
we saw a big ball.. over 2' in diameter. And just now.. a huge one 5' at
least. That's some big balls.
Oh.. in case you were wondering... not the biggest around though. Those
are all on board, baby! Surfing with the big kite up and hoping for 20
kts.
Mostly we've been seeing small rubber balls (or floats) used by fishing
vessels to hold nets up. Today we saw about 1 per hour. (A running count
by Kevin is up to 25.. and he hasn't seen them all.) But just a bit ago..
we saw a big ball.. over 2' in diameter. And just now.. a huge one 5' at
least. That's some big balls.
Oh.. in case you were wondering... not the biggest around though. Those
are all on board, baby! Surfing with the big kite up and hoping for 20
kts.
Gears, nets, and the rail
Ok... so yesterday's 0800 position report left us a bit down.. hard to give
up that many miles so fast to your competitors and not go... WTF..
Obviously, they had a gear we didn't have or at least couldn't find. So..
we mashed gears a bit more yesterday afternoon before we found one we think
works.. at least it feels good.
Just as we found that gear.. after passing 26 rubber plastic fishing
balls.. we caught something on the keel causing an interesting flutter
through the boat. Had to take down our new found gear and sail backwards
for a while. 3' x 8' piece of net. Man this Pacific Ocean has a lot of
trash in it.
Overcast most of the day.. sundown brought some wind and we found the
rail.. put R2 up on it and blasted away. Found that extra gear.. where she
jumps to 20 kts boat speed in 23 kts of wind... and only 1 meter seas.
Funny thing.. its then that you know you are at a winning pace, and its
then you don't care one bit about the "race".. just the exhilaration of
riding a thoroughbred through her paces.
Data.
up that many miles so fast to your competitors and not go... WTF..
Obviously, they had a gear we didn't have or at least couldn't find. So..
we mashed gears a bit more yesterday afternoon before we found one we think
works.. at least it feels good.
Just as we found that gear.. after passing 26 rubber plastic fishing
balls.. we caught something on the keel causing an interesting flutter
through the boat. Had to take down our new found gear and sail backwards
for a while. 3' x 8' piece of net. Man this Pacific Ocean has a lot of
trash in it.
Overcast most of the day.. sundown brought some wind and we found the
rail.. put R2 up on it and blasted away. Found that extra gear.. where she
jumps to 20 kts boat speed in 23 kts of wind... and only 1 meter seas.
Funny thing.. its then that you know you are at a winning pace, and its
then you don't care one bit about the "race".. just the exhilaration of
riding a thoroughbred through her paces.
Data.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
The moon!
Great night last night. Getting a little warmer so its not completely
freezing up on the rail. We went through a bit of the laundry as we
finally found the right kite for the conditions.. and just one fat lip for
our troubles (mine.. its not a big deal, but someone owes me a Mai Tai.)
The moon which was hidden these past days made herself fully known last
night.. it was like daytime on the ocean, with the moon shining through our
vermilion chute making the crew think about tasting blood.. (oh, maybe that
was just me).
Stars tried to shine too, but Luna was too powerful.. could only make out
the big dipper and part of Cassiopeia. Of course, Orion which graced the
skies in March was nowhere to be found. Maybe tonight before the moon makes
her big entrance, I'll glimpse other celestial figures.
Oh.. the other big news.... and it is big.. 1/2 the crew has had movement.
Yeah.. I'm talking about the scatological.. you know.. the old number
2... we pooped, okay? (Its a topic that doesn't seem to get old on the 3rd
day at sea.)
Data.
freezing up on the rail. We went through a bit of the laundry as we
finally found the right kite for the conditions.. and just one fat lip for
our troubles (mine.. its not a big deal, but someone owes me a Mai Tai.)
The moon which was hidden these past days made herself fully known last
night.. it was like daytime on the ocean, with the moon shining through our
vermilion chute making the crew think about tasting blood.. (oh, maybe that
was just me).
Stars tried to shine too, but Luna was too powerful.. could only make out
the big dipper and part of Cassiopeia. Of course, Orion which graced the
skies in March was nowhere to be found. Maybe tonight before the moon makes
her big entrance, I'll glimpse other celestial figures.
Oh.. the other big news.... and it is big.. 1/2 the crew has had movement.
Yeah.. I'm talking about the scatological.. you know.. the old number
2... we pooped, okay? (Its a topic that doesn't seem to get old on the 3rd
day at sea.)
Data.
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