Clobbered! We got clobbered by the entire fleet last night. Oh how smugly we went beddie-bye, secure in our long, manly waterline and the ever-building wind. We were sure, nay, confident that our miniscule lead would burgeon into a commanding first place.

Oh how wrong we were.

The wind was only teasing. It "just wanted to be friends." It said we were a "nice boat" but did not want a long-term commitment. And so it left us to wallow in our slothful torpor. Oh, the wind came back long enough to break the shackle off the spinnaker guy, but it was just a flirtation. No we had limited wind and put in the worst showing of the fleet.

And so today, we have gone off to find another wind. A wind that will appreciate us for what we truly are: A big, heavy, boat that needs, say, 15-18 knots. We are still in the hunt. The differences between the boats are pretty small.

Everything else, though is going great! Food is still good, plumbing works, etc. We miss you all and hope to see you soon in Hawaii. Um, maybe not the 10th, though. And I would not buy any ice sculptures for the 11th either.