The confused seas from last night found clarity as 8-foot swells every 7 seconds, with some larger ones thrown in for fun. When Eric got up at 7 am, we adjusted the sails and our course, which resulted in our heading more down-swell, which made for a much more comfortable (i.e., more horizontal) ride.

At night, I could hear the waves all around, and see the foam resulting from their interaction with SCOOTS, but I couldn't see them. Sometimes that's a blessing. In the daytime, when I could SEE these waves come looming up from behind, I was initially a little intimidated, especially when one of the bonus larger waves would come rolling along. But then, after watching all these waves slide harmlessly under SCOOTS' stern for awhile, and recalling how the much larger, 18-foot waves we'd encountered off Cape Mendocino a couple of years ago had all done the same, I eventually relaxed and enjoyed the ride.

And the sunshine. Today was one of those quintessential tradewinds sailing days: blue skies, white puffy tradewind cumulus clouds, NE wind in the teens. The solar panels and the wind generator were making lots of electricity, keeping our batteries charged.

The only thing that could have been improved was to have the wind coming from a slightly different direction that was more easily captured for the course we wanted to make. We stayed busy trying all kinds of sail combinations, hoping to find one that would suit our purposes - jib and staysail on the same tack with no mainsail; jib and staysail on opposite sides, with the jib poled out, no mainsail; jib and Code 0 on opposite sides, with the jib poled out, no mainsail; Code 0 and main on opposite sides; main and Code 0 on the same side - and eventually settled on the Code 0 and poled-out jib for most of the day. By the time we decided that we probably should put up the spinnaker, it was late afternoon, too close to night watches to bother with putting it up. If the wind is like this tomorrow, the spinnaker will go up right away.

The boobies and flying fish were our companions again today. I thought about throwing in a lure, to see if any larger fish might be lurking nearby, but as the boobies might mistake our lure for a flying fish, and dive on it, with painful - if not lethal - consequences to themselves, I decided not to. Some of our cruising friends reported that they had caught a bird while dragging a lure behind their boat, and I don't want to take a chance on our doing the same.

So I made a batch of banana muffins instead. When I'd checked our stores of fresh produce in the forward cabin this morning, I'd found that some of the green bananas that I'd put away to ripen had been smushed by a large cabbage that had rolled onto them while we were having our confused seas episode, These bananas needed to be used right away, and banana muffins - which make great snacks during night watches - filled the bill.

We saw one ship on our AIS today, which passed by 22 miles away, but nothing visually.

Deck Check - 1 flying fish Miles in the last 24 hours - 130 Total miles traveled - 930 Miles to go - approx 1950