Well, we didn't make it before the wind shifted to the NW at around midnight. Extremely cold wind at > 30 knots, with rain like needles to the face. Beating directly into it. We had to tack and run parallel to Long Island a while, before we could tack back and try to slide by the west of Block Island. Everybody and everything is wet.
The picture doesn't fully convey the disgusting condition of the boat at this time. We are pretty sleep deprived, so we are kind of just throwing stuff everywhere. I wrapped one of the sleeping bags my wife insisted we bring around myself to stay warm, giving me a very wise Sitting Bull appearance.
After the last couple of posts, I think our recruiting efforts for the next voyage are suffering a bit.