Why is it always the last 50-80 miles that kick your ass the most. The wind picked up, the current was against us, and the seas built to about 5-6 feet. In turn that means we beat ourselves up for about twenty hours plowing into this crap. It is over now though and we are finally settled in the anchorage.
As we were coming into the lee of the island I tossed the lines out for one last quick try at catching a fish for dinner. Hooking up into this little mahi made my day and I can’t wait to blacken him up for some fish tacos.
Christian is really looking forward to getting on land and trying to find a hospital for his knee. Its looking pretty ripe now and definitely is going to need some serious attention. As for tonight I am passing out and going to wait till morning to go check into the country.
