And we’re underway. No wind, so motoring until we find some. The Yanmar 57s purring at 2,500rpm, and pushing us along at 11.8 knots. Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy (and warms me up).
We got up at 6:30, wanting to get going by sunrise, about 8am at this time of the year as far North as we are (at the border with Canada). It had dropped below freezing, Vingilótë covered in a...
The steam oven finally came in (it had to come from Europe and took 8 1/2 weeks), so we got up to Vingilótë, wrestled the oven aboard, and are ready to set out early tomorrow morning to get to...
Strut and Spring struggling to share one of the dog beds (I have one on either side of my chair in the office) while Belle has the other one with the fluffy sleeping bag all to herself.