Cruising
Tuamotu 2024
By Simon Currin, Cruising Club of America Boston Station The shrill squawk of our VHF’s Mayday Relay alarm disturbed the predawn peace and shook me out of a deep sleep. We had been sailing reefed down overnight to be certain of making our landfall in daylight. Our watch change was about to take place when the VHF blurted out the spine-chilling news that a yacht was aground on the outside of Raroia’s fringing reef. We were…