The gloves are off! No wind again last night and we just listened to the sails flop back and forth. Daylight and a slight breeze came up showing another line of monstor squalls. So I says to myself,enough! I didn't want to burn our precious fuel supply so early in the game but enough!. Time to move, besides the batteries could use a good charge. So we are now motorsailing, flying everything in all it's glory,at 5.5 t 6 plus knots. I'm gonna run this way, on a course of 30 degrees, until we are out of what we call, The Squall Highway! The winds are further to our northeast and it is time move. We still have plenty of fuel in the main tank and about 30 gallons on deck. I was waiting the the equator crossing in case of light winds but we also have them here so....

With all the squalls around a pleasant side benifit are the sunsets and surises. I think George has filled his camera's memory card with those! Mostly during the day we read, dodge the bigger squalls, bs, doze, cool off with bucket baths dreaming of a fresh water shower. We did aim for a couple of the smaller squalls hoping for a fresh water rinse, but, alas, just a few sprinkles by the time we got there. Maybe furl up the sails and say what the heck and motor into a big one, just for a shower and a blow dry. These critter can nail you with some strong winds, but with the sails tucked away, should pose a problem. Ol' Buckaroo has already seen 50 plus knots of winds without a complaint. But with furled sails btw. That was between Huahine and Rangrioa, 3 1/2 days worth, yuck! All is well on the good ship Buckaroo,( would kill for a double double from In n Out and a milkshake), as we head to 0 degrees and 140 west.

Happy Valentine's Day Jane!