We were determined to find the tradewinds. All morning we slogged along feeling like a bit of laundry stuck in a washing machine rinse cycle. The seas jounced, and trounced and shook us, the sky poured out rain. The water would run off the boat in streams, dry up for a couple moments, then the whole process would begin again! It was very disheartening. We had spent the past three years looking so forward to crossing the Pacific a second time, because it was such a lovely journey the first time, now here we were, in the Pacific, but not loving it. Ol Tranquility was NOT living up to her name; in fact, she was behaving more abominably than her mean sister, Atlantic! The only bright spot in our routine was a small pilot whale that came arcing over the waves from the starbrd side, dove UNDER the boat, and reappeared on the port side briefly before carrying on away from us. Finally, at 15:00 hours there was a change! The wind that had been blowing feebly from the north, clocked around 180 degrees, and came on a bit stronger, then stronger, til in ten minutes time, it had filled in to a steady 14-17 knots. Woohoo!! Off went the engine, up went the sails. We found it! After a rowdy two day chase, Sweet Dream had finally bagged the Trade winds!
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