Saturday, July 11, 1992

Cloudy, foggy, and cooler this morning. Wind has dropped to 10-20 knots, so we decided to make a run for it. Left Brookings around two p.m. Motorsailed west about forty miles; then we furled the headsail and motored north. The road had a lot of potholes in it; we bounced all over the place. I kept wondering how much punishment the engine could take, not to mention the people.