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At 4:30 the wind finally whispered it’s last breath as the swell that continually rolls the wind out of the sails finally gained the upper hand. The struggle between lasted all night.

The breeze began to lighten hours ago and it was only a matter of time before I had to drop he sails to save them and me from from damage. I must do what I can to preserve for the months ahead even if it means stopping the boat. To see them thrash and flail against the rigging is a test of patience that I cannot pass. It feels vaguely like there’s construction ahead and my morning commute has ground to a halt in a traffic jam of one.

For the first time in weeks we have clouds other than cumulus. It’s an indication of the goings on down south as is the very long and gentle 6′ swell coming from the southwest. The whole horizon heaves rhythmically as if it were keeping time to some song that only the gods can here.

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1 Comment
  • BT
    Posted at 10:41h, 02 July Reply

    Bert, you are amazing! Following you progress and posts with great admiration for you courage and wishing / willing you success. You are on the downhill run now. All the best from an Aussie follower BT ( 2 degrees of separation from your Uncle Joe).

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