Just a quick note at 11 a.m. Sunday, because it’s pretty lumpy here 90 miles south of the Gulf Stream, and occasional buckets of seawater are dropping on top of Robin, and a stray one could get into the cabin and kill the laptop on the chart table. (Read More…)

This is what you get out here: a wind shift to the northwest, the direction to which Robin needs to sail. At 3:30 Saturday afternoon, we are sailing to the northeast because that’s what the wind lets us do. (Read More…)