Feels that way; tell it to the bar-tailed godwit which set a world record by completing a non-stop 11-day migration of 8,425 miles from Alaska to Tasmania, Australia. Of note…we are sailing…long journey…but it does come to an end at some point. Feels like the doldrums, but they will give way to the roaring 40’s in good time. Food, water, rest at the other end…meanwhile forget the map, our course is true, headwinds be damned…trust there is a port-of-call ahead…I expect we’ll arrive with enough jingle to keep the local pub in business for quite some time. I’m buying Sean the first drink and the rest of you lads crowd around for first round’s on me…stay thirsty my friends…