Month: August 2016

From the Middle of the Atlantic Ocean

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

“The waves looked like row after row of dark grey bungalows careening at me from behind and had many near knockdowns and some big hits from breaking waves, but my little boat True Blue kept me safe. We would surf obliquely down a wave at high speed, then yaw violently in the trough, the gunwales … Read More

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