Well, we cashed in our chips and took a big hitch south. Stan (whom we are not smarter than) Honey says that if you do this, well, you have probably lost. And sure enough, although we have hopes for all of our competitors meeting with giant squids who grab their rudders, slow them down and generally impede them, many misspent hours over fried calamari and martinis have irreparably damaged relations between us and the squiddy denizens of the sea.

However, the weather, continuing its squirrelly behavior, looks to go very light just before the Sandwich Islands, which may have the effect of generally compressing the fleet.

Nothing has gotten broken. Nothing tore. This is not the worst thing in the world, and we have as much water as we can possibly use!

For fun, we are considering the means of fashioning a fish hook. We did not bring one, but now have a real taste for fresh fishmeat. Best guess is to unroll a "ring-ding", sharpen it, and put a barb on it. If only we had a small stuffed chicken to use as a lure.....

Making 6.1 knots straight for Kaneohe. Well, actually toward the finish. Welll, actually toward the edge of the military exclusion zone two miles away from the finish, then we turn and finish in a mere 938 miles.