The English-speaking seafaring tradition maintains that all sailors who cross the equator during a nautical voyage must undergo rites of passage and elaborate rituals initiating them into The Solemn Mysteries of the Ancient Order of the Deep. Those who have never “crossed the line” are derisively referred to as “pollywogs” or simply “slimy wogs”. We will be crossing the equator today. I can say I have crossed the line. I won’t make a fuss.

We are now at 3 48 N 133 34 W1999 miles from Los Angeles.

Wind from South at 24 knots, moderate sea with occasional bigger wave. Fluffy clouds.

Saw Mom and Mary at breakfast, Mom went for a morning swim first!

Life on board is now routine, not boring but no great excitement either.