Rock, rock, rock, and roll…
A limerick or poem to describe three days of an unexpected storm front while at anchor… there once was a captain named Lizzy her hair turned greasy and frizzy she couldn’t wash it cause the boat rocked and tossed it so now she’s both stinky and dizzy… Wind has swung an to unpredicted South 25 […]
WHY we LOVE the rain…
We woke to thundering rain on the 30th of December…I peered out my porthole and glared at the sleeting squall and brooding dark sky…My somber glance turned to dad, who, to no surprise, was cheerfully lighting the tea kettle and watching the drops fall with a ridiculous grin on his face. My father has the […]
Sailboat or Submarine?
The passage got worse before it got better. The wind went into fitful gusts then died completely and shifted 180 degrees about 25 miles out. We then entered a wall of water–one of the thickest downpours I have ever witnessed. It was a rain was so heavy I couldn’t see 100 feet in any direction. […]