Ode to the Drogue
Many times, when we tell people our crazy plans, I can just see their minds wander to a faraway island, crystal clear waters, dolphins swimming, sun shining, margarita in hand while Jimmy Buffet plays his sweet beach melodies. Perhaps sipping a Corona on a deserted beach, the hammock gently swinging as it clings to perfectly spaced palm trees. Oh, the cruising life... However, what keeps me up at night are visions of The Perfect Storm (a book-turned-movie that I have never seen, and probably never should). In my nightmares, Mark and I are up on deck in our 'foulies' doing our best to batten down the hatches, all the while being pummeled with gallons of sea water coming over the deck. Bilge pumps are groaning as they attempt to rid the hulls of excess water. Kids are strapped in their beds below deck. Then a huge wall of water rises above us... People who have cruised for years, swear that you can and should avoid bad weather by simply following the weather fore...