Propane stove is working. Francis put the fuse back in and it fired up.
"A tincture of time." was the remedy. Jean is happily on watch,
watching the miles disappear. Thank goodness I listened to her and we
went way out West on our tack today. About 40 miles out. We almost
went to Isla de Guadalupe. We were on a direct route there for most of
Francis is the sous-chef and peeling garlic and onions. We will have a
proper meal of spaghetti and sausage tonight. Thanks again to Jean who
bought the homemade sausage in La Paz. Hot food and sleep and cruising
down the rumb line make for great spirits! Oh yes, and good news, we are
not getting clobbered by the wind at the moment!