We’re straight cruising through squalls over here. 32 knots of wind. Mast shaking. Everything wet. Big swell in short sets. Spray over bow. Pelted by waves. Prims leaking. Food hammocks breaking. And my foul weather gear aka foulies, which are supposed to keep me dry, are keeping me wet. Still it doesn’t make me miss...
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