Yesterday’s spinnaker run lasted only a couple of hours. Rather than building through the day, the wind slowly, inexorably diminished to nothing.
As the spinnaker took hold and we moved in near silence, Jennifer went below and to sleep. Hilary sat across from me alternating between closing her eyes and traveling to some other place, or asking about going for a walk and going home. Continue reading “Tribune Bay, Anchor Lights, We’ve been here before”
We’re a bit south of Port McNeil in Pearse Narrows, where we’ve been having anchor holding issues.