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.
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