Wednesday July 10

Blue blue blue as far as the eye can see. Mere piffles of wind, zephyrs, mean we must motor motor motor all day. We are under a dome of blue sky on a wide-stretching liquid blue prairie.

We are in a part of the sky called the sea. At night, waves of star sparkles swoosh by alongside us, frothy phosphorescent foam, just like a liquid extension, or reflection of, the Milky Way above.

Around 04:30 Jupiter sinks low to the horizon, pretending for the last 20 minutes that it is a ship at sea whose bright artificial lights shine in the far distance.