Monday, July 3, 2017

don't I wish

I had left Spartina down on the waterfront the evening before so it just took a few minutes to break down the boom tent and motor out of the basin.  Mizzen up just a little after 6:30.  We rounded into the breeze to raise the main, sails tinted orange by the dawn light.  Looking over to the schooner pier I saw the Pilgrim - my wife - out for a run before work.  I waved, she waved back.  Light but steady breezes, I had the river to myself.  Shouldn't every morning be like this?  

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