soemand

Two years ago, sailing the arc from Rome to Naples and the islands between, there was this one quiet moment: Ponza — I think — appearing between the rigging, pale cliffs rising out of the haze. Nothing dramatic—just the boat moving, the sun warm, the sea steady. But that single view still holds the whole trip in it.

 Quiet morning with -2ºC to tarp the sailboat.  Should have done it sooner, but life got in the way.

The cockpit has a bit of snow, but that will soon disappear — both weather wise and greenhouse effect. Should be warming up the next few days, and under the tarp gets pretty warm.