The Aleutian Terrace 25 May 2012 06:05 50N43 177W24

We should be anchoring before sunset on the west side of Adak. Just in time, there is a low coming, and we’d rather be on the hook, than out at sea for this one. We’ve had great luck dodging these, were slipping between two right now – one to the east one to the west. Radio email has gotten to be nearly impossible. I tried many times to get one message out last night, and it finally just went through, so I’m hoping this one will too. I expect once we’re behind the cliffs we’ll loose it altogether.

This ocean smells like whale’s breath, and there are more and more birds about.

Fewer letters equals faster send, so that’s all for now, and possibly for awhile. I’m off to wake the captain for his watch.

G’night! xoxomo