Squalls everywhere!
The night is full of squalls. Now anything can happen in this race. We lost touch with Pyewacket in the heavy rain. We were becalmed for a while. They may have passed us.
Now we are on the front end of another squall with winds gusting to 30 knots shifted 35 degrees to the right. That is why I can now send reports: Our heading is 260 degrees, we’re on port tack and the target satellite is bearing 225 degrees.
Shark thinks that these squalls are really cool. I think that we may be creating a monster here… He says: “They are just like giant Pacmans trying to eat us up like the dots in the game…”Hmmmm……