We're almost getting to the point where we can see another boat as often as not. The pass into Osaka Bay ought to be a blast. While Tropical Storm Yagi fizzles, we are getting some residual wind, seas, and rainfall. The wind is certainly welcome, and the rain ain't so bad. The chillier weather up here makes me miss Chesterfield, but Uematsu Nobuo and Honda Seiji are keeping morale up and tension down with their Piano Collections of Final Fantasy 7 album. Combine this with the fact that all of the stray pieces of trash we sail by (no flotilla, just a few per day) are now Japanese, Pat and I are getting more and more excited to arrive. I tried to take a picture of a red moon on the horizon last night, but high seas made it impossible. I felt like taking a picture, but the only other things to capture here are the ocean, which looks the same in every direction, blue, or three under-showered, scruffy-looking nerf-herders of sailors. The risk of exhibiting these pictures is the possibility of the viewer actually being able to smell the 42' vessel saturated with the salty, pissy musk of said nerf-herders. It might not have been so bad had we not spent the first few days sweating in our sleep in the heat of a Marianas early summer heat wave, eaten the huge pot of veggie chili I made over the course of those days, or, you know, changed clothes. Aww, hell. Who needs pictures? Can you smell it yet?