Wednesday, December 4, 1929
Great day. Bugs drove us out of mess room so Jim set up a Thompson’s lunch on the hatch.
Sighted the coast of Costa Rica at noon—dim in the distance and visible for only a few hours. 466 miles to the Canal now. Came 219 today. Land will be a queer sight—and queerer because it’s America.
Bridge tonight, and Red and I got the short end again. Getting to be rather regular.