Day 9
We expected a long motor home in the calms we had experienced nearly
every day. I think Barbara must have taken this picture just as we got
close enough to the open water that I could see that we were facing a
long hard slog to windward. The clouds came in fast and we were soon
punching into fair size waves under reefed main and jib. We tacked far
out to sea where it felt pretty lonely under the grim skies but it paid
off. The next tack fetched the passage inside Green Island and Junk of
Pork and we were in home waters. I was glad for Barbara to have the
experience of sailing in less than pleasant conditions. She handled it
well putting the finish on proving herself to be the almost perfect
cruising companion.