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Assateague Island, before Sandy Wow, that was different. Sunday through Wednesday were the best days of sailing I’ve ever had. Clear autumn sunshine, steady breezes, afternoons in the 80’s, good friends, etc.. But before I can get the photos up, an epic hurricane rolls in and buries everything under 4 feet of wind-driven storm surge, …
Earthquake damage. (to start of project) An odd and exciting week comes to a close. The plan was to begin finishing the spars this weekend, but Irene put a damper on that. Still, as far as disasters go, we came out very well.
A job well done. (to start of project) I once had a job digging up the bones of dead monks for room and board. The pay wasn’t great, but it was a good job, and I liked it. On the first day, a portly, pompous Frenchman named Bernard, the foreman, lined off a big …