Back in the day when wooden ships sailed the seas, sailors feared those areas of the oceans where the sea was flat and not a breeze stirred. They could drift aimlessly for weeks, while supplies dwindled. If there were horses on board, the animals would eventually run out of food and water and go mad. The horses would be hauled up on deck, kicking and screaming and thrown overboard. Sailors called these seas the Horse Latitudes.
That's what the next six weeks will be like.
poor horsies. good for the sharks though.
If food is an issue, why not eat the horses?
Just sayin' ... .
"Be on time, pay attention, and play like Hell when I tell you to" - John Madden's three and only rules.
Mahalo Blackhole John
I incline toward your idea.
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