Sailing South

We awoke before the roosters crowed, shoving off in the pre-dawn to get a good jump on our journey down the Florida coast, tacking into fair winds, calm waves. That would change.

Oops

We arrived in port to see another casualty…

Mother Ocean

I’ve seen her angry. Squalls. Tropical storms. A hurricane. Each time is a reminder who’s boss. Sailing from West Palm to Everglades Cut, she reminded me again. Two thirds of the journey, dead calm. The last five hours was a … Read More