his is one tedious leg! Front after front has fizzled out and we are now engulfed by a high pressure cell . . . slatting is on the menu for tonight.
South looks like it will pay the best to get out of the high, so
Verne [Kvaerner] and Brunel may have us all.
This kind of situation is frustrating because you work real hard
for four days, inch by inch, positioning yourself relative to
the fleet with the utmost care, getting in the lead, and then a
high cell comes and stalls the whole progress of the race.
We will be lucky to finish by Christmas.
Anyway, for now we have our biggest lead of the leg, 17.6 miles,
on Swedish Match, who is second and closest to us. Toshiba and the
boys to the north got hit hard by this high cell and probably will
have a harder time getting out than us to the south. We will see
though. For now, things are in the hands of the big fella.
I was thinking about the next race today and figured something
out. If technology keeps advancing at the rate it is, I will
skipper my next Whitbread from Kentfield, California. I will be
sitting in my family room, feet propped up on the coffee table
watching Monday night football. All around the room will be
monitors like in a TV studio. I will have all the weather
information and see everything on board through fiber-optic cameras
linked to satellites. My voice will boom instructions to the crew
through a loud speaker on deck. I will take pleasure in seeing
them scurry around the deck, freezing cold, water all over the
place, as I digest my bowl of ice cream. My wife will cook me
dinner each night and I will sleep in a bed that doesn't move.
Now, that would be progress!