Sitting here on the dock on Norfolk, VA. This edition is the overdue catch-up for Tripp’s video log he’s been keeping, now that I actually have some reliable wifi to get it done. Enjoy Tripp’s banter about my recovery from sea sickness, the mustache update (Richard Strong will be keenly interested, I am sure) and a re-enactment of possibly the hardest we’ve laughed.
Oh, also, favorite improvised lyrics of this last bit include: Sail to the Reef to the tune of Hail to the Chief and Hall and Oates’ Taking it to the Cleat.
Hermit Thrush 