Eat a greasy breakfast, breath in those diesel fumes, stare into the water below,
stand next to a couple of newbie chummers.... and THINK about hurling...
Next
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We used to go 30 miles out as a kid every year... my uncle (ex Navy) got sick after several trips... then the next year ... and the next .... he quit going.
About 10 of us at the mouth of the St. Johns on a 30' Morgan... bobbing in the midst of other bobbers (a just for fun reggata down to St. Augustine)... breathing fumes.
First one gurl hurled, then another, then another ....
Then we went sailing
