Hi there. I hope to find a message from you this morning letting us know Marc is doing great; I know you went to the doctor yesterday for an update. I just wrote a sailmail to you and lost it so this one will have to do for now. We encountered some huge squalls yesterday and must have made at least six sail changes trying to keep up with crazy wind. By the time the sun finally came out for a stunning sunset, we were exhausted and glad the day was over. The wind has been pretty light since then, and nothing seems to capture what we are getting quite right, but at least we are kind of headed in the right direction. We have about 118 miles to go to reach Nieafu, Tonga, and the plan is to arrive early tomorrow morning so we can check in with officials who take half of Friday off and weekends they are gone. Somewhere somehow we lose a day as we are traveling so when we arrive tomorrow, it will be Friday. We will be quarantined on our boats all weekend if we don't make it into town early, so wish us luck.
Yesterday afternoon, while the memorial service was taking place at Stanford, David and I shared more Willie memories, I cried a few more tears, and we even sang the James Taylor song, Sweet Baby James, at about the time when the family was planning to sing to him. I know that Willie felt everyone's sweet love, and he will live in our hearts forever. His spirit remains strong. Location: S 18° 39' W 172° 22'
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