Today, It's All Fog, All Day

As if to underscore yesterday's post about the variable color of the Atlantic, today we have entered a dense fog, and everything is white, as white can be. The captain was present at a champagne brunch to which I was invited late this morning, in recognition of past passengers of Holland America Line. It was delicious and fun, as every meal has been. He said the fog bank formed because the wind had stopped, and that the sea and air temperature are similar, about 65 degrees F.   He also said the reason we stopped yesterday was because a light went on, on the bridge, indicating a problem with one of the propellers, which proved to be a false alarm.  He said that they did not reverse the propellers, but that the act of stopping them created the great shuddering that everyone felt. I'm glad I got to the bottom of that! We have sailed 1700 nautical miles from New York, with 1200 left to run to Cohb (pronounced cove, and indeed it means cove), Ireland.  A nautical mile equals 1.15 land miles. Tonight is another formal night, with the big band, the Pasadena Roof Orchestra playing after dinner.  More fun that a barrel of monkeys!