Boat Things

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The wind had died on us.  We were creeping along in my little sailboat going so slowly that is was more of a floating nap than it was sailing.  And the sun was just so…peeping through a grommet in the sail and blinding me in the eye and random intervals…the boat tipped back and forth gently, the water lapped against the sides…and IT WAS AWESOME!

That was last summer…and I’ve been going increasingly nuts all winter as I wait to get back on the water.  I’ve gone to the library and check out as many boat books as I can carry… Continue reading