Triskaidekaphobia.
Appropriately enough the ARC ended as it had begun.
Remember the start?
As the gun sounded, ARC control announced that there was a squall coming up
on the fleet.
And we began fashionably wet.
Our finish:
Early AM Friday the 13th.
Approaching and rounding Pigeon Island, white out squall in 32 knots of
wind.
It went flying by, then another less intense hit us. Then another.
As we changed sail configurations, and pinched toward the finish line, the
fourth squall came through.
Our conversation at the start......wouldn’t it be funny if we had to get
our wet weather gear on for the finish?
We learned. Never make suppositions with the sea.
Then the rain passed. The seas calmed. The ARC welcoming committee guided
us to our berth. Can’t say enough about how contagious their energy and attitude
helped buoy our spirits at the end. We had the celebratory drinks and fruit
basket. Sat in the cockpit and talked until dawn. Then, proverbially, lights
out.
Amokura over.