Madness is a funny word to describe a sailboat race. But this is more
than that. We have been surrounded by whales, exhaling all night in
absolutely no wind - And mean NO wind -- just five miles from the
infamous Farallones Islands after 20 hours at sea.
We ordinarily come out here in horrendous, survival conditions to round
the this island as our weather mark and come home to the safety of the
little bay we call home.
But today it is a peaceful as a bathtub. I like the ordinary conditions
better. And therin lies the madness. Some call in Anarchy. We call it
sailing.
TWS 3 Knots
TWD 154
BS 2 Knots
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