" The wind was very light from the southeast; the night was pitch black. Only the sounds that a sailing boat makes underway: the faint splashing of the bow wave; the creaking of the spars. Nothing. (But something!) The wind died. Then, instantly, my world went berserk! It came over the starboard quarter from the northwest, a wind shift so sudden, so violent that it exploded. One moment the breeze was southeast 4 knots; the next instant it shifted 180-degrees to northwest 80 knots, or 90, or 100. There was no way to judge that initial gust."
(Submitted by Noel Sat Jun 26, 2004 )
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