Every sailor knows that any plan made is subject to change. In spite of our best intentions, it seems that forces have conspired to deliver us to Dutch Harbor. The last 24 hours have seen us bucking headwinds and 3 meter seas trying to beat eastward. When I pulled up the chart this morning, it showed 124 miles to Dutch...or 1-more day, and that began to sound pretty appealing. This was followed by a series of email exchanges. Piper would not be able to join us in Kodiak as early as originally planned due to her summer vaulting competitions, and then Brian and Terri from Off Tempo informed us of the "all you can eat Sunday brunch" at the Grand Aleutian Hotel in Dutch where it is reported "the crab alone is worth the price." When we also realized that tomorrow is the 4th of July, it seemed meant to be. Plus we may not get another easy chance to visit Dutch Harbor, and it's right here. Besides all of that....we're pretty exhausted and ready for a whole nights sleep. Chances are we can't stay long and we might even luck out and find some westerlies which would make a nice sail for the final leg. Now if we can just keep Kiri away from all the tomcats.