After eight suffocating days waiting in the harbor at Annapolis for weather to clear, we're finally moving. Last night, down the Chesapeake. (Where the Coast Guard was on the radio all night trying to find an overdue sailboat called Nemo.)
Today, out into the Atlantic. Back a little later than planned, but in one dry piece, I hope.
Bruce says
Glad you’re under sail, mate. I’m still green with envy. Be safe.