e had stopped to snorkel at Cayo Sal in Cuba, and I grabbed my mask and fins to check on the anchor. This weather-beaten, low-lying island was a great example of sketchy charts and missing markers. Within feet of our hook were the remains of a 60-foot mast with the rigging wire still attached. I swam farther and found odd bits of fiberglass and then finally
Trust Your Gut
Feb 13, 2024
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