We started the day with the fillet and release of Vince's mahi mahi, and finished it with Vince's famous fish tacos at the Tiki J Bar and Grill (we have neither bar, nor grill). Wow, what a treat! There's civiche curing in the fridge that Vince says isn't worth me even trying, but I'm pretty sure he's pulling my leg. Even Dad was tempted by the aromas from the galley to try the fish, but we're about as far from help as you can get if he were to have a reaction. ...though it would have been fun to jab him with an Epi pen ;-}

We passed through a Portugese Man-of-War nursery of sorts, where there were hundreds of tablespoon sized little guys floating in the water. They were the same size or small than the one we saw at the sandbar in HI, for those that were there.

At the risk of TMI, I had my every-other day field shower (baby wipes), change of clothes, and shave just now. As we're motoring in 2 knots wind with a gentle SE swell (from the Southern Hemisphere says LeeC), there's little chance of the saltwater enima ruining my new clothes like I got on the foredeck during the race. I'm hopeful that the predictions of catching the new wind are as spot-on as the loss of the old wind - it turned off just as we were passing over that 5-knot barb from the GRIB file (tic).

It's off for a catnap before my 2100-0000 (PDT) shift...