I turned around because I ran out of wind and then I ran out of patience. There is more to it than that and I will write about it after giving it some more thought. It seems there is more interest in my turning back than there often has been in my completing a voyage.
Here is a screen shot of my noon positions Sunday-Tuesday, Feb.2-4. Sunday is upper right. Monday lower right. Tuesday left. The Tuesday position is 16 miles from Monday and 14 miles from Sunday.
This passed me about 400 miles. The proper way to make a passage.
And here I am eight or nine days out.
I reached the slip at 6 pm yesterday and am still feeling the little boat’s quick motion now sixteen hours later. I am moving slowly and my body is still filled with aches. Sailing Moores is strenuous and I may have to accept that at 83 I am old.
Good to be home.
