It just so happens that I spent two hours sailing aboard the S/V Denis Sullivan today; some of that time was used to photograph rope. I also hauled line to help hoist the sails….not that it did much good to have the sails up. It was quite still and foggy. There was barely a ripple on Lake Michigan. It was quiet and peaceful and echo-ey and atmospheric. And humid. The sun broke through the fog just as we were coming back to the pier. Steve was imagining what it would be like to be truly adrift in the doldrums. The Sullivan was equipped with a motor as well, so we had no chance of being stranded. But if we were living in the 19th century…well, we’d get back when we got back. We would travel at the speed of one frayed knot.