4/28 - Departure day arrived and I nearly ruined the trip for everyone.
Lakota was backed into her slip, requiring a generous step to reach the dock. I stepped off the stern early Monday morning and the next thing I remember I was lying face down on the concrete dock - Richard was asking me if I was OK and offering me a cold compress for my face.
I wandered around in a daze for the next several minutes, trying to recall what had happened. I obviously misstepped and landed on my face, scraping up my cheek and nose and blacking out for a few seconds. I don't remember anything about the fall. Luckily, I was not seriously injured and we were still good to go. It could have easily had a different outcome. I'm grateful that it didn't.
After finally completing all of the maintenance items that Richard wanted to be performed, we cast off and headed for Spanish Town on Virgin Gorda to clear customs and begin our journey.
It would be four days and 4 nights before we were to see land again.
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