Well, Steve and I had to say a sad goodbye to our Boise Sirens. Ruth had a minor but very cool yachting injury to her ankle that allowed her to sit in handicapped areas guilt-free and to spin yarns about how, even today, following in Ulysses’ footsteps is still fraught with terrible dangers. I won’t give away the story, but let’s just say that Cyclops was a lot worse off than Ruth after the encounter
Well, no sooner had our sirens departed than a plague of LFCers descended on our little sailboat like river rafters on an open camping spot
Soon, we were headed north, proudly flying the French flag (until we have a new President)
We made a quick stop in Preveza for corn on the cob. Here is Guido demonstrating the negotiating skills that made him such a great corporate leader
Then onward again where I finally told my crew our destination, the Gates of Hades. They took it well. Unlike Ulysses’ men, the LFCers did not start crying. I was so impressed, I ordered the master mixocologist to supply an extra ration of G&Ts for the men
Followed by pork souvlaki, Greek salad, sautéed veggies and a fine red wine prepared by our highly trained quartermaster and assistant quartermaster
Tomorrow we head for the island of Circe and then, at last, the fabled Gates of Hades from which no ship since Ulysses has ever returned ….