After an hellacious 48 hours in 25-30 knot winds, crazy seas, squalls, thunderstorms, the gods have decided to give us a f*&$%ing break. It was even possible to cook a little. Here is Chip accepting his delicious hot dog from Wayne. Not haute cuisine but it beats Fiber One bars. We are in sunshine for the first time, cruising along at 6-7 knots, with some waves, but not uncomfortable. Trying to dry out all the soaked clothing, cushions, electronics. Looking forward to Bermuda late Saturday or early Sunday.