2nd day at sea
Posted by Tony at 7/15/2008 4:14 PM and is filed under uncategorized 
Light winds persisted all night. We raced the Contessa for most of the
night, trading positions. She disappeared to the south at dawn. The long
awaited north wind just arrived, light but from the right direction. We
won't have to beat anymore.
The weather last night was cold, foggy and overcast. We wore layers of
thermals, foul weather gear and gloves. We could only see a few meters
ahead.
Our morning position put us the north of our competitors. We are hoping we
get the north wind before they do. Based on morning positions, our
competition is Rubicon III and Raindrop.
All is well. We are rested, well fed, and not seasick.
night, trading positions. She disappeared to the south at dawn. The long
awaited north wind just arrived, light but from the right direction. We
won't have to beat anymore.
The weather last night was cold, foggy and overcast. We wore layers of
thermals, foul weather gear and gloves. We could only see a few meters
ahead.
Our morning position put us the north of our competitors. We are hoping we
get the north wind before they do. Based on morning positions, our
competition is Rubicon III and Raindrop.
All is well. We are rested, well fed, and not seasick.
Hi!I'm Cherry. Best wishes from China!
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may the wind gods be with you guys, be safe and win!
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May the wind be with you! Be safe, I will see you both at the dock in Kaneohe. xoxox
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Paul,
Your buds are all cheering for you guys! Be safe and have a great time. We'll see you back at home soon for a BBQ.
Love, Your BUW
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Ahoy Paul, all is well in GR. Thinking of you and wishing you the best. We will have a cold one waiting when you get back. Fair winds, crack on all sail.
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Paul and Tony
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea"s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Sea Fever, John Maysfield
We are thinking of you guys, keep it up. A drink and a yarn when you return.
Dave, Karen, Kate.
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Hey there Bro, Derek and I have been tracking your progress from Bend, Oregon!
Way to go, you got this!
Love your Sis & Derek.
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