A dinghy is a critical piece of our household and everybody has a story about losing one. We were six miles from shore, seas were choppy, and the sun was bright. It would be a miracle to find the needle in this haystack of an ocean.
I’ve been searching for an underwater critter since we began this journey. It lives in the sea but is a terrible swimmer. It’s considered a fish but doesn’t have scales, a stomach, or teeth. The female of the species is in charge…
I watched a webinar that featured a solution to chafing and creaking reefing lines by using a hook that grabs the clew of the sail and holds it without tension on the reefing line. Now how to get that on Gemeaux?
We take in a final sunset and slip under the covers before we launch into a 5-night sleepless passage. Two hours later, adrenaline turns us into night owls and we exit in the dark. Next stop Abaco…750 miles away.