capndeb's picos
Stepped on an 18 inch barracuda on my way home. Elongated, predaceous, tropical and subtropical marine fish. Is the sky falling?
It's Thursday. The days are getting shorter.
The stress kept building. I scraped the bottom of the dinghy, hanked on the sail and cruised the harbor. "Whoopee" lived up to her name.
It didn't seem to matter, which direction we were headed. We still got there in the end.
The storm had forward motion of about 60 knots. She had one more trip to make with the dinghy. She decided to go.
The more he saw, the less he spoke.
Returning to the sea by land, moving slowly, as most sailors do.
A good skipper knows when to push on. The best feels the time to heave to.