Mid Rosario straight, groceries on board, boat washed on the outside and a chicken roasting in the oven. The inside of he boat is a disaster, pretty much more of a varnishing and electronics workshop more than living space. But chugging along at 8.4 knots, the chicken starting to smell good and 45 minutes until sunset I should have just enough time to tuck inside Thatcher pass and find a place to hang on the anchor for the night.
I’ll have all day tomorrow to get organized and put back together. Right now, onwards literally into the sunset.
Ghost out.
