07/08/2026
https://seanpdurham.substack.com/p/the-storm-before-the-summit
A Vivid Imagination
I had a flash vision of a large white whale crashing through the waters somewhere out there, gleefully playing amongst the big waves — just waiting for our rusty old tub to trundle into his dark and stormy playground.
I’m no Captain Ahab, don’t even call me Ishmael, but the devilish white caps so close together were a sign that rough waters lay ahead.
I was heading to Corsica for an adventure. I thought the journey across the Mediterranean would be a boring few hours staring at flat clear water...
How towering waves and a four-hour detour turned a routine ferry crossing from Genoa to Corsica into a fight against the sea.
