Waiter...I'll have the Tuna!

Dawn is breaking on the eastern horizon in a blaze of orangey-red under a grey sky. Cape Flattery and the mouth of Juan de Fuca are less than 300 miles away. We finally have some decent wind...20 kts associated with a passing low pressure system. It really seems strange to be zipping along at 6 kts after spending most of this passage between 3 and 4 kts. And to think, we were totally becalmed a mere 12 hours ago!

We've had some interesting times the past few days. About 4 days ago we set our record for least miles covered in a day...28! Yesterday we finally threw out the fishing gear and landed a nice albacore tuna within a hour (you'd wait longer in many restaurants and the fish wouldn't be nearly as fresh!). What a beautiful fish...the girth was truly amazing, like a torpedo. I had already made up a nice sockeye salmon salad (from canned salmon), which was supposed to be a treat. Well, a nice sesame-encrusted fillet accompanied by wasabi/soy/sesame sauce soon made us forget the other "treat". Today, during the dead calm of the afternoon, we saw two sharks. One massive fin (which we first mistook for a big albatross sitting on the water) then another shark right near the boat...close enough that we could see the change in colour from the darker dorsal to the white belly and lower face on the powerful 3-m body. A great white? Quite possibly, since we are within 60 miles of the Cobb Seamount (worth a Google), which apparently (thanks Mike) is frequently by great whites. We have place a moratorium on our swims off the aft ladder (okay, we weren't really swimming anymore because of the 14C water, but now we can say it is because of the sharks and not because we're wimps).

Wait a second...red sky at night, sailor's delight...red sky in the morning, sailor's take...... Gotta run and make sure we're all battened down.