Squalls approach. We take the squalls. Nick takes them alone. I stay below because it is too freaky and actually make hot dogs for lunch. Nick experiences rain, waves, and 35 knot winds. The swells have grown to 15 feet. We survive and laugh that I made hot dogs, but it was what he has always prepared for he said. When there is a calm we take down the spinnaker pole, which was scaring Nick. He calls me a sailor for remaining calm, which was easy for me. When he tells me we need to get something done, I do it. The pole is down just in time. The wind spins and puts us on a beam reach. WE sail on. Nick stays in cockpit a lot. I am in the galley a lot, but I have my watches as well. The big kids do watches only when it is safe. We are alive and excited about our final destinations.
Maggie, the Galley Goddess