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Awesomeness runs through your veins… Love everything about your Vids, sense of humor and narratives…
9th of January about 10:45pm on the coast of N.C (mccotters marina, Washington, N.C) WOW !! What a storm we just had!!! Holly I work at a marina with about 90 floating and 200 on the hard and of course 50 or so the derilic boats ,I just inquired a 27 watkins 1st sailboat(free) HELP!!! 🙏 LOL ❤❤
Thank yo9u so much Holly, your videos are so very entertaining they are real pleasure. Your spirit is indomitable. I am so glad it was a pleasant crossing and congratulations on getting your spiritual mojo going again!
test your eggs in a jug of water if they float they are bad
Love your update Holly! 😍🙌💗💖💞💫
Such a happy and positive video, I think the happiest we have seen you since your sister visited you, stay safe love your work❤❤
Could you sail quickly and just hove to at the end?⛵️woops, should have watched to end.
Beautiful ❤
What you cooked is callad "shaksuka", origin in moroko but very popular dish in israel.
Your boat could really use some carpentry
You can also shake an egg next to your ear. If it sounds sloshy then it's rotten.
you mentioned you crack an egg to see if its bad or not well theres another way…the way to check if an egg is bad or not is place it in water if it floats its bad if it sinks its good.
Brilliant tips on cooking eating underway. Thank you🙂
I'm still laughing you bugger from the pic on the lead in to this vlog, You kneed to get a Clown fish as a pet, someone you can talk to in your quiet times 😂😂😂
Thanks for sharing your seamanship experience, very helpful.
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Kinell, was that volcano smouldering? 😬
Put your eggs in a cup of water, if they float, they are bad.
I don't renumber you saying why you don't drink coffee underway.
check you eggs by floating them in water
Place your eggs in the water. If your eggs sink to the bottom and lie flat on their sides, they are very fresh. If your eggs stand on one end at the bottom, they are a few weeks old, but still fine to eat. If your eggs float to the surface, they are no longer fresh.
Thanks!
Cool about your reading. I do Kindle on my iPad, but that thing gets heavy. I like being able to highlight sections. Consider Audiobooks. If the engine is on I turn on the noise canceling feature of my headphones, and if it's just the wind and the waves I turn it off. Now I can keep my eyes looking at the sea. In the beginning (like 30 years ago) getting used to audiobooks took a bit of effort. Relistening to whole sections I missed. But I got the hang of it. Now driving coast to coast is 40 hours of reading. And 7500nM of sailing was >20 books. On night watch; that last hour my mind would drift, then I'd switch to music. You can get a little exercise dancing on a boat, but you can't lift your feet up.
I just watched this as the first one of your videos (suggested by YT because i watch a lot of sailing YT). This was such a fun video. Thanks for sharing. I will definitely subscribe.
Another great ep. Very good
The following story is loosely inspired by my Timor arrival, having crossed from Australia.
The crimson sun dipped below the horizon, painting the distant silhouette of Timor with burning farewells. Salt-kissed waves sighed against the hull of the Wombat, her sails unfurled like eager wings, beckoning me closer to the promise of land. Yet, a disquiet stirred in the air, a prickling on the back of my neck that mirrored the gooseflesh rising on my sun-weathered arms. A bruise of an indigo cloud bled across the western sky, its edges laced with lightning's jagged teeth.
Without hesitation, I reefed the sails, a silent prayer on my lips as the canvas bellowed in protest. The first fat raindrop splattered on my cheek, icy cold against the heat of the day. Then, the heavens opened, unleashing a torrent that veiled the world in a misty curtain. Wind, a shrieking banshee, whipped across the deck, tearing at the tattered canvas and howling through the taut rigging.
The Wombat, once a graceful waltz across the waves, became a bucking bronco, buffeted by waves that rose like hungry leviathans, their crests foaming with malice. Each groan of her timbers, each snapping of a line, sent a pang of fear through my gut.
For two eternity-long hours, I clung to the wheel, knuckles white with the desperate grip of a fighter in a storm. The world outside was a maelstrom of sound and fury: the wind's demonic shriek, the thunder's drumbeat, the Wombat's tortured creak. Inside, my mind was a hurricane too, conjuring images of dismasted chaos, of myself tossed like driftwood upon the waves.
Just as hope began to flicker, a shift. The wind's howl dipped to a menacing growl, the waves, giants weary from their rampage, subsided into sullen swells. Dawn, a timid thief, stole through the tattered remnants of the storm, painting the sky with streaks of pale gold. Relief, heavy as anchors, pulled me down onto the deck, legs wobbly like a newborn colt.
I surveyed the battered Wombat, her sails ripped like the wings of a fallen angel, but still, miraculously, afloat. A shaky laugh escaped my lips, tears blurring my vision as the sun, rising triumphant over the storm-washed horizon, painted my face with its golden benediction. I had tasted the fury of the sea, danced with the devil of the storm, and lived to tell the tale. The island that beckoned me yesterday was now a sanctuary, a haven hard-won, its every palm tree a hymn of gratitude.
You can also check the eggs like this:
Put then into a cup of water. If it floats, it's rotten.
Eggs that are going bad float.
Love your stuff. Please try frying the garlic gently first before adding the can of tomatoes. It will be much nicer .
You insprired me to buy a '30 Irwin in St. Simons ,GA and I'm getting it ready to set sail. Love your attitude and determination on getting things done and following your dreams. You are one of the most ALIIVE people I've had the honor of following. Cheers!.
So the Solomon guy that said it was his Island what was the conclusion there?
Thank you for sharing the meals you prep. 🤙🏼
Cool vid. 😊
Hello Holly’s eye brows.😮
A little Holly philosophizing!
How do you get weather forecasts?
So jealous of you right now. I've always wanted to see those islands…I'm a WW2 history nerd. I think JFK's PT Boat was cut in half in the Solomons….Epic story of bravery and such…..Very Cool. Your vids are always inspiring!
Your simply an amazing young woman. Cheers from Lombok