I was born and raised on the Canadian prairie. When I first met John—a very experienced offshore sailor—late in 1996, my only sailing experience had been as ballast on a day trip in Australia.
But when he wanted someone to help sail Morgan’s Cloud, his McCurdy Rhodes Custom 56, from Bermuda to Maine in the early spring of 1997, none of his sailing friends, knowing what early spring conditions are like on this passage, would accompany him, so he had resigned himself to a tiring single-handed trip until I volunteered to go along.
When we left Bermuda early that May, I had absolutely no idea what to expect. Would I get seasick? Would I panic when I could no longer see land? What would it be like to be away from other people for almost a week?
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