The tag line "Life at the Extreme" is not exactly telling the truth tonight. It is one of those nights that you wonder will ever happen again when crashing head on through waves when the entire boat and every article of clothing you own is soaking wet. But tonight is none of that. Full moon. Every ounce of sail we can get up is up. For a while we were ripping along in the mid teens with just a slight ocean swell and not a drop on deck. T-shirts and shorts. A slight lift and we are back on the chute and still cruising along with 13 knots of wind. Which is a gale compared to most of today when we saw pretty much a glass off for a better part of the afternoon and our two closest friends- E3 and Telefonica Black both snuck by. Oh well, we have gotten E 3 back and press on.
Major issues below today as Salty (Rob Salthouse) lost one boot. Seriously distressed (as he has no other shoes on board) he started to rip the boat apart and decided to wait it out until the boat was emptied by a little wind and getting all the stuff below back on deck. Of course we all wound him up with stories that the boot may have been packed in the spinnaker and gone up and over on the last hoist. The breeze finally filled and the gear went up and somehow the boot was found by the distressed owner as if he had placed a photo on a milk carton.
Everyone had a nice chance to catch up on their sleep today as the tack-jibe-sail change-stack fest that got us out of the Med is over. Benine ocean sailing right now.
All good.
Kenny
