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.

Curtis clowning around in 25 knots!

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……

Trade Wind magic!