SIGHTINGS boat sailing, part 3
randall reeves — continued
about that trip. Never shall I forget one particular cold, bitter dawn, when, in the thick of driving snow, we took in sail and dropped our small anchor. The wind was howling out of the northwest, and we were on a lee shore. Ahead and astern, all escape was cut off by rocky headlands, against whose bases burst the unbroken seas. To windward a short distance, seen only between the snow-squalls, was a low rocky reef. It was this that inadequately protected us from the whole Yellow Sea
thump and Mo slows. We are aground on what vaguely appears to be a lee mud flat. I see a beach, I think. The wind is pressing us further in. I'm wet through. Cold, tired, confused. Is this how the Figure 8 ends?" Moli m managed to slip out of the mud, and Reeves looked at his charts on a tablet, which then corresponded with his radar. After 20 hours at the tiller, he'd found the entrance to his anchorage. Enjoying an unexpected reunion, Randall and Joanna were able to live the cruiser's life and explore Ushuaia while enjoying countless meals of "wood-fired lamb, beef, rabbit, chicken and chorizos of all types." After about two weeks, Reeves made his repairs and departed for Greenland via a circling of the Southern Ocean. He hopes to reach Cape Horn by late April.
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