Avventura, Meet the Pacific High

Flat lifeless seas extend in every direction towards empty horizons, heaving in short three foot swells out of the NE and NW. The skies have cleared with a few traces of the day's overcast evident in the distance, and still there's not a hint of a breeze. Welcome to the Pacific High, the dreaded beast that forms the trades and blocks the path of a sailor just trying to get back home from paradise. We've been motoring for 17 hours now and the end is nowhere in sight (forecast looks good 48 hours out). The motor drones on and Avventura slowly surges ahead slicing her way through the swells and seeking the westerlies. It's been a day of reading, writing, running the watermaker, and not much else. Watches have ceased to exist with the lack of any real activity and Kevin has conjured up a fancy feast of bean soup whose scent has been tormenting me all day. So now with the afternoon winding down and the thought of a calm night fit for catching up on some sleep looming ahead I'll send this off as a mahi mahi hits the pole. What timing!! Needed on deck for some truly tasty dinner. Forget the beans...I'll take the fish.
June 21-1740
31.34N by 156.58W

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