I am back in Sydney, Oz; land of the sulfur-crested cockatoo and P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way. The general idea of this trip is to click my heels together and say, "There's no place like Nome, there's no place like Nome..." But instead of magic shoes and a cairn terrier, I have a worn-out pair of Xtra Tuffs and a skipper with a cat who bites.
The Berrimilla2, a Brolga33 sailboat is sitting at her usual mooring in Rushcutters bay. She has been emptied and for the most part, cleaned. Before long she will be refilled, hopefully with some semblance of organization, and ready for travel. The entire voyage is still weather dependent. Until we are on the water and sailing north we tread carefully and hope not to infuriate Neptune.