equatorjournal: Marigot Bay, 1970. “In Hurricane Hole, Robin climbs the mast to check the spre
equatorjournal: Marigot Bay, 1970. “In Hurricane Hole, Robin climbs the mast to check the spreaders, then leaps into the water. Six lines hold big Dove against Tropical Storm Anna. Fortunately, the tempest missed the Virgins. “The sea is glassy calm. If I lean over the rail I can see my sweat-streaked face in the water. The sails droop and flap in hazy, glary air that hurts my eyes. I’m barely moving, getting nowhere. But up ahead, over the curve of the world, is my journey’s end. The next shore I stand on will be California’s, which I left nearly five years ago, a schoolboy in a small boat, sailing westward alone. I’ve been going westward and westward ever since, leaving California farther and farther astern. Now it’s on my bow, and getting nearer and nearer. So I guess the world is really round. I mean, it’s one thing to know that, and another to experience it.” From “On the final leg of his five-year voyage alone around the world, Robin Sails Home”. Article and photographs by Robin Lee Graham. https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce1cpdbosBK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI= -- source link
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