At 7:55 this morning, the dreaded, much talked about, quietly cursed front finally stopped by to say hello. By the time it reached us the bag of wind had apparently just tuckered itself out as it moseyed about the mid Atlantic. As it crossed Ostinato's bow the winds stayed steady at 18-20. It was a little like going through a much needed car wash. If not for the ugly black sky, rain and the immediate wind shift to the SW, we would of missed the event entirely. The pictures below we're taken within seconds of each other one from starboard, the other from port.
Besides the fact that we don't have the front to malign anymore, it also suck up all of the wind as it strolled by leaving us wallowing in lumpy seas. Not to be beaten, King turned on the engine. We WILL be in Horta in the morning.
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| view to port |
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| View to Starboard |
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