Still going. We have our own private low formed off the Brazilian coast to bend the wind in a more adverse direction than even the northeast trade winds would be. Had perhaps 16 or 18 thunderstorms come through this morning: rain, wind, no wind, 50 degree wind shifts, sails up, sails down, heading for France, heading for Mexico, pounding, crashing, keel on, keel off, start over. Knocked the wind charger, already loose, completely off its mount to dangle by its wires. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Day 99 – Maybe tomorrow will be better