They have all left – all that young energy. The boat seems so empty and quiet without them. I crash and burn as I have finally caught the bug that Carrie, Stephanie and Shane arrived with and by evening have lost my voice completely. Jugo comes back and rages all through the afternoon and evening, bashing up against the harbor wall, the wind howling through the night. We have the port holes, hatches and doors open, so the wind flows freely through the boat, airing and drying it out. Humidity is always an issue on a boat, so getting a dry wind is a bonus, once in awhile.

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