After reading practically everything I could get my hands about it, checking all available weather sources, confirming the torpedo range on our course was not practicing today, and keeping yesterday’s high winds in mind, we approached it with cautious optimism and more than a little enthusiasm. And as is usually the case, prep and a watchful eye (at least two at a time) paid off. Also Loren’s good judgement about leaving at the break of dawn.
It was so quiet I even got to take a good, long nap for a chunk of it.
p.s., the water is 67 degrees. So much better than citrus jail.