The names of days have no meaning

Sitting at the navigation station as I write this, I watch the B and G Network Data wind indicator dip to 29 knots and then jump up to 41 knots. It is mostly reading in the mid-thirties, which makes this official gale weather. Seas are a rocking 9 – 12 feet. It appears that we are in the middle of a snow capped mountain range. A giant wave just walloped our stern, and Michael took an unexpected dousing in the cockpit. Everything on the navigation station that was not tied down went into the galley, including me. Although we are a little short of our next waypoint, we are adjusting our course for the following one in the middle of the stream so that we will take the waves at a more favorable angle. We have inserted one of the companionway boards to keep the seas out of the cabin.

The SW winds are supposed to stay with us until Sunday morning, at least another twelve hours. The cold front should be passing at around the time the winds turn north. Just short of the cold front, we expect squalls. Our interest in eating is nonexistent and we are focused on drinking a sufficient amount to avoid dehydration. Last night was cold, but today has been warm. We are double reefed, and moving the reefing line to the second position on the luff of the sail required a lot of planning and quite an amount of exertion. The monitor wind vane seems quite capable of taking these sloppy seas and big gusts. A very fine addition to the crew.

Current position is 36 10.235N 66 45.047W.

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