January 11

Ran all night with yankee only, then had to roll in some of that to watch sun come up before arrival. Given relatively short waterline on Anthem, a 160 mile day is smoking. Wind climbed into mid twenties, seas to 7 or 8 feet from aft. Not a good night for mal de mer should one be so inclined. Depth sounder suspended function at critical point, so, in murky water, had to anchor twice to stay off bottom. Do bad things always happen at worst possible times or do we just remember those?

Water must have been particularly warm and salty as great sheets of sparkle- filled luminescence spread out from wake to form a brilliant halo around rushing hull. Entire surface was alight. Never seen anything like it. Looked like we were plowing through a glowing Milky Way.

No Kuna, yet, but then might not have notice with eyes closed. Slept, read, slept all day with good breeze, interspersed with the occasional williwaw, coming through cracked hatch. Sustenance was cereal and handfulls (is that a proper word?) of nuts, but did summon energy to make dinner of dumpling noodles with cream of chicken soup. Leftovers means never having to say you're hungry. Wind genny has topped batteries, so may watch Serenity movie, last chapter of Firefly series. May just sleep. May sleep through movie.

With Inspiration Lady plan slow excursion northwestward tomorrow toward Gulf of San Blas, friends and eventually the Canal. Somewhere along the way, a perfect mola awaits purchase.

"Doing nothing is very hard to do... you never know when you're finished." - Leslie Nielsen

Jack