All hail to Baxter!

Ok, Baxter may now officially be called a salty dog!

We don’t count miles all that much, but I was thinking about the mutt
the other day while he was cocooned in a beach towel on the downhill
side of the cockpit, his normal position when he’s standing watch with
me, and I got to wondering just how many miles this little guy has now
traveled with us.

I took a little look at the plotter, and the answer? Over 10,000! He
reached that number somewhere here on the east coast. Our dog has quite
the sailing resume by now, and we’re accepting applications if any
syndicate needs a tactician. He always votes for warm and flat calm- who
could disagree with that?

Pretty cool.