June 25, 2008
269 miles to go. We’re still rolling around, can’t wait for the day we can walk through the cabin without ricocheting off the bulk heads. Sad note, Horatio our windvane, bless his valiant little soul fell apart tonight. The fracture in his casing that Ken patched on day 4 finally gave up the ghost. Happily nothing fell in the drink. We hope we can get him properly repaired when we reach port. It’s too rolly for our wheel pilot (Bob) to steer, because he gets confused in lumpy seas. So we’ll be hand steering all night.