South Pacific Sailing

It's another shitty day in paradise on the deep azure Pacific Ocean, and sleep deprivation has set in finally. It seems to take a few days and then the little body knows it needs some quality sleep. We flew the spinnaker all day Thursday, that night, and Friday, and it was a wonderful flat, gentle ride. Last night the wind began to gust, so we doused the sail for safety sake. The seas are now more bumpy, and it feels a little like a mild version of our Galapagos-Marquesas passage; we'll fly the "panties" (an endearing term Richard gave to the chute), and we will gently glide to Takaroa where we will anchor tomorrow late morning outside the atoll just to stop, swim, and take a deep breath. There is a safe outside "waiting" anchorage, and many cruisers stop there on the way to other atolls. We will then head for Taou where there are moorings, great snorkling, and some other folks who want to hang and play music. It has been fun playing the guitar again with others, and David is getting way into playing great harp, especially having fun with the blues. Love to everyone.