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Awake since 0230, I waited for daybreak to see what malevolent forces were conspiring to make Seaburban shudder and lurch from crest to trough in very confused, malformed, and ill-intended sea.

The wind,  finally veering into the South, had brought next to no relief.  Showers made sure our wind went from 10 to 30 and back again every half hour. The swell and wind waves took turns either rolling us from gunnel to gunnel or hammering us to a near standstill. Down below, it felt as if the joinery was about to come unhinged and unfettered, fly about the cabin. By 0400 I had had enough. I put the brakes on and waited for the sun.

The clouds in this picture were proof positive that the dark side of the Force had been at play all night. At least now I knew what we were up against.

Now, at 0700 we are once again moving with a purpose. A determined effort to find some combination of sail, speed, and heading has me thinking the boat isn’t going to fly to bits at any moment.  It ain’t comfortable and it’s on the far side of fun. But at least we get to punch back.

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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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