Yogi Berra's famous "90 percent of baseball is 50 percent mental" also applied to this part of the passage. Here are some of the mind games in use aboard the old Sockdolager for crossing this lumpy, grumpy acre of ocean:
1. We live out here now (careful, may backfire.)
2. It's not as bad as it COULD be (then again, why are more flying fish trying to get into the cabin?)
3. Just think of the stories you'll have.
4. You wanted to do this, remember?
5. The boat's doing better than you are, so Man Up, Karen.
6. Is that a patch of blue sky?
7. This part won't last forever. Repeat until numb.
8. Are we there y... Shaddup.
9. Wow, the boat's going through these watery canyons and hills really well--just like the boats of your sailing heroes did!
10. We will dry out. We will dry out.
11. People everywhere still cook without chasing food around the cabin. One day you will, too.
12. Imagine sleeping a whole night... no, wait, better not do that yet.
13. Don't your skinnier selves just LOOOOVE all this weight loss and toning up?
Some dues were paid to Neptune: Many rain squalls, but most under 30-35 knots (however, last night was 30+ and it lasted about 8 hours.) Wind on the nose (but only for half a day.) Oppressive heat and humidity (hey, isn't some of that what we came for?) And spray. Spray everywhere. I mean, spray even found its way into the cabin--there are saltwater marks on the hanging locker, and we had 2 of 3 boards in the companionway before I had to shut it completely at midnight. The cockpit was a saltwater bath, no waves broke over it but heavy dollops of spray merrily dumped themselves all over without being invited. Da noive, Ceil. Da noive. Things got a little wet. Even the jibsheets have that been-wet-for-so-long-they-stink eau de phew.
But you know, winds and seas have generally been very good to us compared to what could have been dished out. And we are sailing fast, nearing the turning point (the Equator) for the Southeast Trade Wind sail to the Marquesas. Regardless of minor discomforts, it's still a dream come true.
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