Bright sun, blue sky, Full Gale, 35-45 knots (Force 9), Sea state confused, 12-18 feet
Almost a carbon copy of yesterday. Horatio (God bless his flat little head) is trying to do most of the driving, but the sea state is such a mess that Ken has to hand-steer at intervals. The chaotic seas resemble a washing machine, and Horatio sometimes gets confused.
We manage to eat about six saltine crackers and a few sips of water, and spend the night on the floor again, rising at frequently intervals to take turns doing "360s" (poking our heads out of the hatch to look around us 360 degrees and check our course, look for traffic, etc.). I must say that the constellations are awesome. Our little Sand Dollar soldiers on under Horatio's tireless steering.
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