Some of you faithful blog readers may recall a similar picture of Betty and Jane from about a year ago. Bob and Jens aren't as pretty, and possibly not as competent, but they had an equally busy day. During the night, George, our auto helm took on a mind of his own. Like a recalcitrant child, he would steer us in random directions every few minutes. We are three days from our only port stop in the Canaries, and were dreading the prospect of hand steering all the way. While cogitating about the problem, we discovered that the fridge wasn't fridging - what, no cold sundowners. Worse yet, what will happen to all of Capt. Ken's precooked frozen delicacies? As if this wasn't enough, our cockpit instument display which we rely on heavily, pooped the bed! The boys did good, and all is well. In fact, we are currently enjoying an icy sundowner while George is doing the driving. Yeah, it's a boat.