Carla, Richard, and I stayed a couple of days at the West End after our arrival, resting but also cleaning the boat and storing gear. I was alarmed by the discovery of these nasty, minuscule, monsters: the nats. You can barely see them yet they sting you with fury and soon your body is covered … Continue reading Sailing Antares from West End to Marsh Harbor over Christmas and the New Year (Part I)
Sailing to the Pacific 