We ran into a big storm with gale force winds that sidetracked us for a day on Vis, one of the outermost islands. We were docked in a harbor, but we had buckets inside the cabin to catch dripping rain sneaking it’s way in. When we ventured out the next day, it was still nasty, with winds in the 35 to 45 knot range. Our fearless captain, Uncle Larry kept us safe on our (gulp) 6 hour sail. Mike was the official “naviguesser” in charge of the GPS to plot our course. I traded between staying up on top in the driving rain, swallowing ginger pills and watching the horizon or going below and staying dry in the rocking and rolling cabin. We were all glad when this one was over.

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