Day 36 - Weightless in Canaveral

With my trusty mac laptop navigation station I can monitor our progress from my tent. I can plan routes and waypoints, estimate transit times and ETA’s. When the weather is bad and boat is rolling, you spend more time in the rack trying to catch up on sleep.

Sleepless in Cape Canaveral is more accurate. We found ourselves once again in a beam sea. FREEDOM would ride up the crest of a swell only to drop down into the next trough time and time again with that weightless feeling you get on roller coasters. All night. Impossible to sleep, difficult to even stay in your rack. By morning things calmed down a bit and we all napped between watches. As the system blew through and the wind shifted, I woke up to the coldest westerly wind. I knew Santa had to be close by. I always imagined that if you were lucky enough to get close to Santa, he’d be moving too fast to see, but you would feel the icy cold wind in his wake as he flew by. This California cowboy was getting his first taste of the Atlantic Seaboard in winter.

Not much to take pictures of around here except the morning sky. Ho hum.