We had plowed through 6-foot rollers at the mouth of Shinnecock Inlet off Long Island, New York, managed to catapult one of our crew from his berth to the ceiling and back down to the sole, and snaked our way at night through dense commercial traffic around the Ambrose Channel near Sandy Hook, New Jersey.
And this was only day one of our delivery from Essex, Connecticut, to Stuart, Florida.
The two friends joining me for this passage took the challenges in stride. Apart from the occasional, “Whoa! That’s a big one,” or a muffled “Yikes,” the three of us focused on finding our sea legs and rhythm on the Palm Beach 55 (a brand for which I had previously worked).
We each remained withdrawn in our own personal bubbles…
