Monday, March 6, 2017

Morning strobe lights

It is 5:45 AM. It has been a rough night. XO is meowing. The winds have been 25 knots gusting 30. Reboot has been dancing and rocking all night. The wind has been howling through the rigging. Fortunately the wind has been from the South so the fetch is short but there is still a 2 foot confused swell. My back is killing me. XO is swiping at me with claws out for attention. I HEAR VOICES! I go out to the cockpit. Right off the stern of Reboot I see strobe lights, 7 of them, in the water. I hear "one minute at level 3, then one at level 2, then one at level 4. (...) Yes, they are rowing. When I think back on the time I spent with John Callie in Brisbane I shiver. I knew these people were dedicated but wow!
Fair winds and following seas :)

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