Race to Alaska: Ketch Us if You Kan

All that stuff I said about us not really being competitive? Tear it up, throw it out; clearly I was kidding myself.

We’re in the home stretch, just over seven miles to the finish line, and Louistic SuperSonic has been visible at a near exact five miles behind us for the last thirteen. I’m supposed to be sleeping, resting for what might be a long finish, but good luck. We’ve been fully amped up all…