It's about 4am and I'm on my second watch of the night. I'm wearing high-tech long underwear, fleece overalls and jacket, my offshore foul weather gear, wool socks and hat and am still a bit cold. We had a good day of sailing, but I was looking forward to a night of motoring, as the wind typically dies at night on the coast. Motoring means the boat is flat, there are no sails to worry about and there is warm air from the engine heating up the center cockpit. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, the wind held and we have been able to sail all night. I will not say that it has been the easiest or most comfortable sailing ever, but at least we're making progress in the right direction and not burning diesel which we will need when the wind actually does die.

On my first off-watch, of which I now share two hours with Chris, I excitedly jumped into a warm bed. However, as we were heeling about 30 degrees, I immediately pinned Chris up against the side of the bed. While I didn't really mind this arrangement, it was a bit too cozy for him and he retreated to the settee for the remainder of his off-watch. I suppose I need to give in and actually put up that lee cloth that I've been resisting for the last three years.