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Wednesday May 8, 2019 subscribe |
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i won't say part of me dies when i leave maui—maybe it's just torn away, a stray bit of flesh borne on the wind to some other part of the world where it catches on a mast, nestles in belly of a billowed spinnaker— or 'chute as it's called here on the race course. today i crewed on a neighbor's boat in the weekly San Juan 24 one-design fleet race on lake washington. i've been pretty down on the concept of racing—why add stress to what should be a relaxing activity? but i might be coming about in my thinking after this evening's regatta. fair winds on a warm sunny day, a casual skipper who's owned his boat since 1974, an easy feeling despite a few close calls as boats jockeyed for position. am i just a bum? there's not much i want out of this world—wind, water, sun, and some companions is just about all. |
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