it will not run. As a result we're forced to sail through the High. We're
sailing on glassie seas at 3kts through a field of garbage that has been
trapped in this as well.
The heat is unbearable. The sun shines down on the deck cooking the cabin.
We roast inside as we seek shelter from the sun's blinding rays. Jackie's
prepared cooking meals are nearly finished and we're forced to sustain
ourselves on Ramon Noodles. I like my noodles with Maple Syrup. We tell
stories and fish. We talk boats and women, but we never speak of the wind.
We learned from companions on Oahu and the Big Island that the Internet
tracking device displaying our position is no longer broadcasting our
position. Thus, you won't be able to see us bobbling in the middle of the
Pacific. However, if you're good with dividers and have a chart of the
North Pacific handy, or Google Earth. You can plot our position.
Here is today's noon fix:
32 11' 50" N 146 45' 50"W
By the way - two days ago i swam in 18,000 feet of water. I looked into an
eye of blue and it scared the shit out of me.
Arbie Dar
JC
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