After spending yesterday trying to whittle down our distance in decreasing and meager winds, we invoked all the spiritual strength we could bring to bear towards Aeolus for even a hint of a zephyr and as a result we turned on the motor. The iron horse, the reason sailboats are the pursuit of an ever decreasing minority trying to bring a sense of nearness to nature into their lives, will cut through Aeolus' fickleness and allow us to reach land by midnight tonight, hopefully. We are careening along at 8 knots showing what a catamaran can do under power. We just spotted land at 50 miles out and are getting excited. We should cross the finish line at about midnight so we have changed the watch to allow me to get things done and to get rested. Our spinnaker patch has held and done well even in winds up to 26 knots. I wouldn't want to even try to get it down in that wind but one dayÉ. The halyard wear out problem continues. There is definitely something inside the mast that rubs through our rope covers in a very short time. We can figure out the location as soon as we make port and go up the mast. SAILBOATS! Too complicated!!