We are on the Magic Carpet Ride right now. It's blowing 18 knots approximately 100 degrees off our port side and Zen is cooking along, around 9 knots. There's one reef in the main, but we have our whole jib up. This is our "evening attire". Keeping the sails properly trimmed is our main job. During the day, we try and get the boat to move as fast and safe as possible. Nothing crazy, it's not a race. I imagined all spinnaker weather, not so. At night, we reef to keep the motion a little more comfortable for all on board and slow down a knot or two. The big guys work in the cockpit, engine rooms, etc to ensure all-systems-go. I stay busy in the galley, cooking anything that comes up high on the "now ripe" list. Everyone works the SSB radio twice a day, logging Zen's position into the cruisers network, a group of boats all traveling in the Pacific. It's like our morning and evening news. When sleep is needed, we throw ourselves into the bunks and sack out while off-watch. Kids pitch in where needed, but are pretty much happy passengers. That's A-OK. Today they watched "Free Willy 2", read some books and played on their DS games. It's like a long road trip for them. They consult our navigation systems to know "when are we going to get there?". The picture above is interesting. Everyone is on the bow looking for a whale that Tommy saw spouting. It happened twice, we were all there, but only Tommy saw it. For everyone who knows us, I am convinced it's an old American Indian belief. Was it Tommy's dad, who is deceased, coming to visit his seafaring son? I think "yes". Nice to have some underwater company.