We are traversing the northern end of the infamous and changeable Chesapeake Bay, and it is living up to its reputation.
Small Craft Warnings! When did that happen? Why didn’t you tell me there were small craft warnings?
Crash! The computer flew across the room; books and charts have a mind of their own. Bang! What was that? Doors are trying to wrench off their hinges. Flying missiles are everywhere. Who said we don’t need stabilizers?
The seas are rolling from 3-4 feet, except where they are pitching 6-7 feet. We are going against the current and only able to travel at 6 knots.
What happened to your mantra Denny? This is supposed to be pleasure boating. Needless to say the next seven hours were less than pleasure.
Denny has lost his hero status. Fame is short lived.