Whipped by the wind, bleached by the sun. How many miles has the pennant flown at the top the the mast during a decade-plus of cruising? The pennant, a gift from my Mom, arrived the evening before SPARTINA's first cruise. How many days snapping in a crisp wind? How many peaceful nights tucked back in a tiny cove? How many dew-covered dawns tinted orange by the sun peeking over the trees. Sometimes I think too many, sometimes I think not nearly enough.