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Wings - Wings Blog -- Thursday



Thursday morning, Nov. 7   

It's 8:30 and, at last, the weather has calmed down.  We're currently running before a 15 knot wind; the sun is shining and the sea is reasonably calm.

Dave is depressed that we've lost the high winds and the big waves that gave us our  speed over the last 3 days.  On the other hand, two members of the crew  (who shall remain Anonymous) are delighted to be able to move around the boat without being catapulted across the cabin, wrecking themselves and the boat.

As we write, Howard and Dave are trying to fix the jib.  Tommy is at the helm, and the boat is riding smoothly.  It just goes to show how much better humans are than autopilots.

This morning, in celebration of calm seas, Pat decided to cook a huge amount of bacon.  Everyone who sails would admit that there is something very special about the smell of bacon the morning.  Even Bob, who is trying hard to be a vegetarian, is drooling around the cabin, muttering that our attraction to fried bacon is primal and it must be something to do with how closely related we are to pigs.  We certainly resemble them at this point -- only 2 members of the crew have had a shower since departing, and the rest keep rubbing deodorant on their T-shirts.  All of us are covered in a crust of salt and our hair looks like it's been combed with butter.  Even better, the guys are hot-bunking it, which requires at least 5 minutes for the sleepy crew member to get used to the smell of the previous occupant before trying to get some sleep (see last blog re: sleep or lack thereof).  

Howard just staggered by, saying, "Right.  Last job.  Put the jib up."

More later....

Anonymous Bob & Anonymous Pat



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