We've arrived in NYC, sails stowed and ready for a brief rest. Last night the wind was blowing hard out of the SW and there was a fog so thick one could barely see the headrig from the helm. It was more than a little unnerving; hearing huge cargo ships blowing their horns and not being able to see a single sign of them. This morning around 0800 however, the city came into view through the mist.
As a side note, one of the guest crew made a statement that I think will be a motto for the C watch this trip.
"Tired ain't dead"-Eric