Every now and then someone wishes the above to someone else. I don't understand it.
In small boat sailing, there is nothing worse -- to my way of thinking -- than a following sea. There's no apparent breeze (read that, it gets hot). On the Chesapeake Bay, at least, it is black fly heaven.
Do you suppose it just SOUNDS GOOD? Or is there something I'm missing?
pamda, who wishes that everyone's reaches will be broad.