Or maybe it’s simply the fact that you’re gonna get wet. I’ve sailed entire passages (thousands of miles) protected by soul-killing (yet oh so warm and comfortable) plastic cockpit enclosures and never touching the helm except to adjust the autopilot. Where’s the fun in that? The coffee? The star gazing? The smoking (when I smoked)? The beauty and monotony of the sea? Maybe.
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