On the way to Haiti

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09 November 2000 - 14 November 2000

Granny (Edna) had fallen asleep in the cockpit on a balmy afternoon. She slipped off the seat and hit her head on the wooden frame of the companionway. I knotted her hair across the split to hold it closed, and we decided to head for the nearest anchorage in order to properly dress and stitch the cut. That is why we landed up anchoring at Ile a Vache. The wound in Grannys head had healed anyway, and stitching was not required. She was fine.







Liz Laura and Mike get to grips with having a good time on a calm day. These shots were taken as we played with the spinnaker pole and Bosun's chair while doing 1.5 knots in light airs in the middle of the carribean sea, about 180 miles south of Haiti.