Get me to the church on time
can’t quite believe, as I take my dawn walk to the marina shower, that we left the Bahamas 10 days ago. It’s been a sail to remember, a 1,080-mile kaleidoscope of memories. Tracey would rather forget Nassau to West Palm Beach as she was overwhelmed by a stomach bug and, as we entered the washing machine of the Gulf Stream, seasickness. The combination a tsunami of misery, I
