August 10, 2002
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1900: The new moon is casting its beam down to the
starboard pulpit seat, as I sit at the starboard helm, my favorite spot
when the seas are nice like this. Above, Venus is already high in the
western sky directly ahead. Today, the waves have been long and undulating;
it is the Pacific is as it should be. The wind is a perfect l5 knots,
a Force 4 from the SE, pushing Pacific Bliss from the port stern. She
is purring along at 7 knots, more in the gusts, her full main and jib
filling and pulling. I look behind me as the stern hulls leave cascades
of phosphorescence in their wakes. We had dreaded another passage. Perhaps
this one would make up for the rough passage to Aitutaki.
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