Again and Again and Again
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Again and Again and Again

Again and Again and Again

Again and Again and Again

It is becoming an all too familiar nuisance of the first degree. We are becalmed. Again. After sailing a measly 20 miles with the last five grating every nerve in my body as the main and poled out Yankee threatened to take the mast out of the boat.

I gave up on the forecast as it was nowhere near to realty and used the wind I had until it evaporated and left us lurching in the southwest swell that has been building all day. To the south, storms rage and track across 50S. Caught in between, we’ve entered some special purgatory reserved for wrongdoers of Biblical proportions.

Perhaps I’ve overstated things a bit. Let’s go with disappointing: I am disappointed I can’t be moving East again today. And that I’ve entered into some special purgatory reserved for wrongdoers of Biblical proportions 

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