We were in the middle of the Egyptian desert and the day had been perfect, so when we saw electrical storms on the horizon, we figured it was a pretty scene over the dunes. I woke up just after sundown to find that rain was flooding the road ahead of us …

It’s a black night and the wind is vile. The waves must be twenty feet high. We’re tipping, staggering, flying down each angry wave and my stomach keeps bottoming out like we’re in a plummeting elevator. Our little boat, Amazing Grace, isn’t so amazing right now …

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