Monday 25 May 2020

Last night passed Samana, Bahamas (yes, there's one in DR too). Now approaching Rum Cay. After that, Long Island (no, not that one), Cat Island, Eleuthera, New Providence (Nassau), Great Stirrup (Berrys) and Freeport, Grand Bahama, then across Gulf Stream and into Florida. Seven years since we sailed off.

After four days of pretty decent, better than forecast wind, it died early afternoon. Although it veered dead on the stern last night, proceeded wing and wing with enough pressure to keep moving, but then not enough to hold sails out. Probably pick up again this evening. Meantime Yanmar keeps us moving to make Ship Channel midday tomorrow. From there across Yellow Bank is about twelve nautical miles and must be done with good light to see and avoid numerous coral heads. It's bad to go bump in the night.

Official residence is Green Cove Springs, thirty north of St. Augustine near Jacksonville. We've never seen the place. As this is a mail forwarding address Clay County won't let me vote, but Pinellas County, previous home, will. Whatever. With the one interesting individual out of running for president, enthusiasm wanes. Too bad "None of the above" didn't run. In lieu will vote for feckless Libertarians. Even Democrats aren't terribly excited about Uncle Joe, but he may win because, although a legion of voters are fervid apologists and convinced the president is a gift from the Almighty, a possible plurality think he's the spawn of Satan and would chew off an arm to escape another four years. Either way, manifestly to his delight, it's all about Trump. Narcissism triumphs.

"A decline in trust and confidence in political and social institutions historically breeds demand for more control and regulation by the very government we respect less and less."
- Nick Gillespie

Jack & Jan