Our New Helmsman
29 April 2010 | En route to Charleston
Darwin would not approve of our attitude toward this birdbrain. He was flying around aimlessly in the Atlantic and must have sensed kindred souls aboard Road Less Traveled. He has not left our boat since he landed, and at this moment is sitting in a bowl of water we placed on the deck. If he survives, we can get him back to land where he can produce more unfit offspring. It's not an exaggeration that he could steer our boat. It is dead calm and we are motoring. The forecast is for southeast winds today, but we have not seen them. The barometer is starting to fall, so maybe we'll get some wind and move a little faster than 5 knots. We take a break in Charleston. Doug goes home, Chip spends the weekend with his wife, Erin, and I am going to Greenville to visit my sister. Chip and I will shove off Sunday night for the final push to the Chesapeake.