The wind blows with 40 knots gusting 55, surrounded by 8m swells the whitecaps look like bloody mountains. Every now and then, another breaker washes over the entire length of the boat. I am hanging on for my dear life, not literally, just mentally, because I am on a 27 ton, 57-foot sloop, and she was built for this. Not once do I ask myself, "Why am I doing this?" or "Why am I here?". All that comes to my mind is how powerful nature is and what an insignificant little blob in the dark blue I am.
why we sail
why we sail
why we sail
The wind blows with 40 knots gusting 55, surrounded by 8m swells the whitecaps look like bloody mountains. Every now and then, another breaker washes over the entire length of the boat. I am hanging on for my dear life, not literally, just mentally, because I am on a 27 ton, 57-foot sloop, and she was built for this. Not once do I ask myself, "Why am I doing this?" or "Why am I here?". All that comes to my mind is how powerful nature is and what an insignificant little blob in the dark blue I am.