
Next up - on our last night before landfall I got the opportunity to climb the mizzen mast (the rear, smal
ler mast on a ketch rig) during sunset. Being 40 feet above the water and traveling 7 knots is one of the most exhilarating things I have ever done. As I reached the top of the mast, I couldn't help but let out a huge scream. It felt kind of corny, but every cell in my diaphragm was itching to let it out. Soon, the difficulty of being in such a place set in. Every small movement in the boat translates to a large sway up there. Even in good weather you have to hold on for dear life except I was holding on for dear life with one hand, and holding onto my camera with the other as the boat bucked back and forth and I got pounded into the mast. My left arm was responsible for controlling my upper body, and each of my big toes was wrapping around a cable in the rigging for lower stability. My right arm was responsible for taking pictures, the safety of my camera and tying safety ropes in case soemthing broke. Mike got a cool shot of Tawfer and I from the bottom of the mast with Tawfer's camera.While holding on for dear life, I managed to snap a few good shots. One of them is below, but check out my Flickr page for larger versions and the rest of them. As always, comments and criticism are always appreciated.
2 comments:
Glad you are safely back! Love the pictures. I have stopped worrying!
Ginny
Hey Topher & Alex: We are glad that you got to New York in one piece. What are your plans now? Don't forget to e-mail! Votre voisins.
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