tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182650264501087771.post6143756114401131180..comments2023-08-16T15:13:57.723-07:00Comments on The Wet Edge: FIRST BIG CROSSING: Day 9Suki, Jon, Kai, and Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00387458363617889954noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182650264501087771.post-10232153212067212882013-04-12T07:28:08.315-07:002013-04-12T07:28:08.315-07:00We listened and looked sideways up!
Fear at my hea...We listened and looked sideways up!<br />Fear at my heart, as at a cup,<br />My life-blood seemed to sip!<br />The stars were dim, and thick the night,<br />The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white;<br />From the sails the dew did drip—<br />Till clomb above the eastern bar<br />The hornèd Moon, with one bright star<br />Within the nether tip.the greybeard loonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182650264501087771.post-10191633107314023682013-04-12T07:21:38.740-07:002013-04-12T07:21:38.740-07:00Wow. We're white-knuckling it along with you i...Wow. We're white-knuckling it along with you in mind and spirit. I'm sure you know now that in all those sailing movies no one has ever 'acted' trying to stitch the sail while hanging on to the bowsprit in a high rolling swell correctly. But you will soon know what it REALLY feels like when someone cries, 'Land, ho!' We love you.Grandpanoreply@blogger.com