I still feel the rocking of the boat. A gentle lapping of the horizon of my eyes against the sudden shunts into the air felt when I trimmed the mains’il to fill it, then luffing it busting us back down.
March 22, 2008 by Anna Aniston
I still feel the rocking of the boat. A gentle lapping of the horizon of my eyes against the sudden shunts into the air felt when I trimmed the mains’il to fill it, then luffing it busting us back down.