Position: N 42° 04' W 025° 26' UTC 1200

Nautical miles left: 981

Yesterday evening the dolphins were jumping around Cantare. Not like they normally do, they were jumping a lot higher, their whole bodies were out of the water, they turned sideways in the air and made a huge splash when they hit the water. It was amazing to watch them! The sun was gone behind the clouds and it was starting to get cold when I left the cockpit to get some sleep. Cantare was on beam reach and was doing good speed. I switched the plotter into night mode and instructed dad not to touch it. The nights before he had fumbled with the plotter and accidentally turned the route off, twice. It was hard to fall asleep, maybe I had slept to much during the day. Before it got dark we had taken the first reef in the main, the wind kept on increasing and after a while I could hear how dad reefed the head sail. I dozed off for an hour before I became aware of the shaking movement in the hull, the head sail was flapping. I sat up in the bunk and asked dad what he was doing. He was behind the wheel, waves were towering behind him, some of them very close to the railings. He said that one of the vindwane's blocks had got lose and he had to hand steer. Alright, but why was the head sail flapping? Because he couldn't see the compass and had a hard time keeping the right angle to the wind. I took on my clothes and lifejacket and went out to tie the block back to its right place. After this was done I had to get behind the wheel to reattach the windvane lines and engage Monitor again. Dad had his glasses on, which were covered with saltwater spray so he couldn't see well enough to do it himself, and he also doesn't really know how engage Monitor. During our work with Monitor the wind had increased even more, steady on 28 knots with some gusts up to 40 knots. We decided to take the second reef in the main and furl the headsail even more. When this was done Cantare was moving nice and steady again, doing good speed in the strong wind. After this I went back to my bunk, with only one hour to go before I was due to be back in the cockpit for my night watch. I thought about how difficult it must be not to see well, especially when it's dark. People get amazed when they hear how young we are, but I'm a lot more impressed by all those retired people sailing around the world. After having watched my dad stumble in the cockpit during night I realize what an advantage it is to be young while doing this, I'm a lot more flexible and move around easier. Maybe I'm a bit unfair now to my dad, he hasn't been sailing a lot with Cantare lately, the last couple of years I've done all the sailing with her, and lot's of the stuff on the yacht is new to him, like the wind vane and the single line reef system. Still, I start to understand why furling mains are becoming the standard and why older people like the luxury of bigger yachts, at least bigger than Cantare.

We still have rather strong winds today, around 24 knots with occasionally gusts. Waves crash into the cockpit and we try to hide behind the spray hood as much as possible. The floor inside the yacht is getting wet again, we are bilging out water regularly and move around in our rubber boats or without touching the floor. But we are moving in the right way and have lots of warm food to eat, and some cookies and candy for desert. / The Captain