An article about becoming comfortable with the challenges of offshore sailing.
Evening was setting in although we couldn’t really tell; the sky was just as dark as it had been all afternoon. The clouds were low and monstrous, “the embodiment of evil,” my father called them. He laughed as he said it. Those clouds filled the space around us. They were dark, and robust, and thunderous. My father stood on the ladder and took a long look at the ocean surrounding us. His 360 degree survey ended on me at the helm. Read More
