June 26
We cut across the waves, the swells were deep and the bow broke heavily through the troughs. Water crashed over the helm and soaked my shirt. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as we headed for shelter from the wind. I trusted my boat and my skill, yet fear was there on the edges of awareness. I turned toward the boat slip but knew that was not an option this evening. We would need to seek temporary shelter from the onrushing Read more…