Outgoing tide and a beckoning south wind at 7:30 AM conspired to get me on the water. All the little details of rigging and sailing were just that – little, insignificant, compared to the outward movement through the creek. These were stirring conditions for this old sailor’s soul. On the first major creek bend, the … Continue reading Visitors
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