Keep on truckin'

"WELCOME TO THE APPA SUNDOWNER PARTY!", Brian shouted over the opening riff of Wang Chang's "Everybody have fun tonight" as we hoisted our rum concoction and clinked glasses. The sun dropped into the ocean, it's fading light infusing the clouds with burnt orange embers ending yet another day. Appa had put another 175 miles under her keel the past 24 hours. That makes three consecutive days of +170 miles. Not bad for a boat with two porcelain sinks.
We have been running wing and wing under full jib and reefed main. Even though the waves are still coming from every direction we still manage to catch a few and surf. The motion below decks is calmer and once you get used to the noise of EVERYTHING sloshing around in it's locker, you can get some sleep.
We have used every towel on board trying to quiet the cans and bottles. They will have none of it however. The cans and bottles have been waiting for this dead downwind run. Secretly mobilizing their troops, sending out messengers to make sure the word gets spread to not only other food products but to the wine glasses also. Just yesterday I found a can of corn in my bunk. Maybe it was telling the sundries in my cabinets that the time of chaos was near. Now we hear them, late at night, marching back and forth in their little domain. Madness. Stark raving madness I tell you!
The gumbo yesterday was great. We ate like kings and queens. Ally and Amie are in charge of dinner today and the menu is up in the air. I am craving egg rolls and American style Chinese food. My pizza craving was crushed by our boat made pizza. A good cheeseburger with a mug of ice cold beer would be good. Ice crystals floating like liferafts in the blond liquid. Mmmmmmm. Beer...
Right now we have 858 miles till egg roll, er I mean Honolulu. The computer is now saying the 14th for our arrival pretty consistently. it will throw a 13 up on the board once in awhile.
Everyone is doing good and we are enjoying the ride.