Spent another day solely on the boat. It’s amazing to me how we can pass an entire day in this small space without any problem whatsoever. Ouest is the only one who you would really expect to complain about it, but she seems completely content to be bobbing around at anchor spending her entire day surrounded by her toys.

I did take her out with me onto the dinghy tied up behind the boat to do a little work. She helped me pump it up with air where I discovered to my utter disbelief that I still had a slow leak. Granted, these things really should be repaired on land completely deflated, but still, you’d think a tiny little cut could be sealed up easily enough either way. Oh well, half-assed dinghy repairs are the story of my life.

We then went for a swim. Ouest truly is fearless. For a not yet two year-old girl she just amazes me with how nothing seems to slow her down or worry her. I mean, it’s the ocean, it’s not all that warm, we’re a hundred yards from land, I was just pointing out fish to her, and yet she is all gung-ho when it comes time to jump in off the side of the dinghy. Then to top it off she got to climb back on to the boat up a six-foot ladder on a pitching boat. She gets to the top, turns around, and asks, “More?”

And not to leave Lowe out. He’s doing good. In fact I’m quite proud of him for exhibiting no signs of seasickness these past few days, despite having caught the family cold. Speaking of seasickness, I didn’t mention that we gave Ouest a crushed up third of a dramamine the other morning with a spoonful of yogurt and she cruised through the long rough day at sea without a hitch. Thank goodness too, because there is nothing enjoyable about cleaning up puke on a pitching boat.