Another slow steady day motoring across the North Atlantic for WIDAGO and her crew. We spent most of the morning discussing what time we thought it should be. Since leaving Bermuda, morning keeps coming earlier and earlier. Apparently that’s what happens when you keep traveling (I can’t say “sailing” since we can’t remember what wind feels like) eastward.  At the end of my mid-watch, (3AM to me) the sky was already beginning to lighten.  Since I hit the rack early for these fun-filled 11-3 shifts, I find myself slowly becoming vampire. Only sleeping when it’s light out, tan fading, and no desire to attempt a viewing of my reflection in the mirror. But I digress.. Back to the day’s adventure…

Yeppers, pretty much the samsies as yesterday. True wind on our nose at a whopping speed of 2-3 knots, making sailing impossible for us. The upside of such conditions is that the ocean has become glass. We enjoyed multiple visits from our dolphin friends. The pilot whales dropped by for an afternoon of bridge. And finally, this cutie pie sea turtle (one among many) was gorging himself on a unending buffet of jellyfish. This one in particular, I think, was probably female based on the lovely skirt of algae. It really showed off her svelte shell shape nicely. In addition to calm seas providing smooth waters, it also offers opportunities to really get things going in the galley. Today was no exception. We ate big. Breakfast of scratch-made whole wheat oatmeal corncakes, cheesy egg scramble, and way too much coffee. Lunch came too quickly for me, but the kids won’t stop eating. Cheddar-jack whole wheat quesadillas, SheShe Melon (this would be honeydew melon tossed in fresh key lime juice, and refried beans. We came to the sudden and horrific realization that we are nearing the bottom of our last bottle of Colorado Chili Cowboy Ghost Pepper Hot Sauce. (Chief – if you’re reading this, please wrangle up a posse of carrier pigeons to arrange an air drop of your next batch – we are desperate out here.) Finally dinner, since all the daytime napping had really worked up my appetite. Grilled garlic glazed lamb chops, served with buttermilk whipped gold taters & gravy (of course), and obviously no meal underway is complete without a can of La Suer pea balls.  We are expecting the wind to turn on any minute – at least that’s what Ahab keeps telling me. Hopefully sails will up by the end of my shift. Our fallback position if the weather does not start cooperating, is to toss the boys overboard with their fins on and start kicking for Horta.