The 58 mile crossing from Santa Cruz to Las Palmas should have been easy going except for the whopping great hangover thanks to Ray's heavy hand and my compliance the night before. The pontoon was celebrating my leaving. There is nothing worse than sailing hung over. Even the slightest chop will put you off. Needless to say I did make it. I was on a mission. It was a beam reach all the way with 20 knots of wind and a girl in the next port.
