GANNET is back in her slip and I am back in the condo. Both of us are fine, though I wish the condo would quit bobbing and swaying. Less you misconstrue the cause, it is only 3:00 pm and I have had nothing stronger to drink than lovely cold water. GANNET’s motion carries onto land.
I am as tired as if I had made an ocean passage. Landfall is landfall even if you are returning to your starting point and I had only limited sleep last night.
As we approached the entrance to Port Royal Sound at dawn this morning I realized that at dawn two years ago this day we were approaching the entrance to San Diego Bay and the completion of GANNET’s circumnavigation.
An anonymous comment to the previous entry suggests that I turned around because a patch of fifty knot wind was ahead of us. In fact I had already turned back out of frustration with lack of wind. The fifty knot gale caught us anyway.
I will write more tomorrow.