Somewhere In The Atlantic, Bermuda
I don't sleep well as I keep thinking about what might be going on back home. I fell I have been gone too long and really hope all is well.
Get wakes me at 3 AM for my watch. I grab my hoodie, jacket, life vest and iPod and head topside. It is overcast but nice out. Not stars and no ships. I watch from the cockpit stairs under the dodger with a vigilant eye and music in my bears keeping me alert.
At 6AM I awaken Yves and crawl into bed. Nothing to report on thi...


