Our running the full main overnight seems to have worked out. Seas were bouncy but nothing we hadn’t seen before. If anything the dark hid the waves slapping and pushing the boat. At one point we gybed the main. I tried to get the genoa to cooperate but with the following wind it just collapsed from being in the main’s shadow. I noticed the radar reflector had worked its way loose and was now spinning on the spreader. Our crew mate, Max, had volunteered to go up the mast, in 2 meter seas, and take it down.
For most of today it’s been smooth sailing. Mack had finished up his school work and we got to the important matter of lunch. Juan made a bolognaise and Kamala made a banana cake. While we may be short on freshwater food has never run short.