My night watch begins at 1900 hours and ends at 2300 hours, giving me the joy of every sunset, followed by reclining in the cockpit enjoying the night sky while Windy, the wind pilot, holds Anthea on course. This past watch began with Devon serving us a fulfilling dinner in the cockpit as the beauty of the sunset deprived us of our thoughts. We had been fortunate with the wind for it was on the beam between 10 and 16 knots, however this night watch had no such luck. As the sun disappeared, the wind took it as a que to follow suit; the wind odometer began a rapid descent until recovering in the mid sixes. From previous experiences with much less than desirable wind conditions we all knew that Anthea excels in light air, yet she astounded even me when her speed dropped from the mid sevens only for her to quickly regain composure at 6.5 knots, matching the wind speed!
Until last night we had been flying across the Pacific at a rate which, while impossible to maintain for the entire crossing, certainty created a joyful atmosphere for the beginning of the longest ocean passage of our lives. The most astounding purplish-blue color of the water enhanced by the shadows of dolphins frolicking around the bow is a constant reminder that we are far from the waves crashing on the sandy beaches of Mexico. Anson
18deg 52.7′ N
115deg 41.0′ W