We have arrived in Bermuda! We have officially completed the first two verses in “Kokomo.” That was not a goal of ours, but Mel might as well say it was, because that is another accomplishment. After a weird fuel tank issue at the fuel dock that resolved, we are now anchored out. Of course, standing…
Every 5 minutes or so we think there is a plastic bottle drifting toward us, only to find it is some sort of jellyfish. These are either by-the-wind sailors or Portuguese Man-O-War. The only book we have on such things isn’t very descriptive. Mel prefers to think of them as Portuguese Man-O-War, because that suggests…
Dear Ocean, Mel is very sorry for accidentally littering in you. She had unfortunately forgotten about the 6″ giant googly eyes she had velcroed to the forward deck in an effort to intimidate, well okay, amuse, the other participants in the Georgetown Regatta. Her heart sunk when Greg informed her they were missing this morning….
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