Whole Lotta Love
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Whole Lotta Love

Whole Lotta Love

Nov. 1st:

Whole Lotta Love

Day 5: Noon to noon via log, 138 miles. Miles since departure, 668

I love peanut butter. I mean, I really love peanut butter to the tune of 6 large jars. That’s enough of the good stuff to keep anyone going for a few months.

The problem is I can’t find it. I know where it is according to the stowage plan but that is little consolation given that the precious goo is at the bottom of the locker. At anchor that wouldn’t be an issue. But now, out here with the wind blowing 30 knots N by W and Seaburban dancing about the swell and waves, one would have to be a fool to turn canned stores into projectiles by unlimbering them from secure storage even if it is to satisfy a craving.

It looks like my peanut butter wrap will have to wait for fairer weather. If anyone ever asks, lemoned herring is a distant second to peanut butter and jam.

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1 Comment
  • Claude
    Posted at 20:39h, 29 March Reply

    In weather like today having a fellow partner would make the difference of the world.

    Heavy weather conditions are great only when you have enough energy to enjoy it. I wish you the time of your life.

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