Sailing - my version

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The Sunday after Burning Man, Dav took me sailing. This was my first time with him. I knew the Bay would be rougher than the New England sailing experiences I had as a kid, but jeez, now I know why Dav was required to pass 2 levels to even start sailing.

I do love sailing, but it'd been a while. So when the winds picked up and the boat keeled what seemed dangerously over, my muscles tightened. My toes barely reached the opposite seating structure which we sorta stood on as the boat tipped. I gripped the side in that strong, tiring and unnecessary way, like I do when on a roller coaster. I asked, "are we going to capsize???" to which both Dav and his sailing mate laughed, "Naw, today is beautiful. It's the calmest day ever!"

Then I got sick...all the way over to Tiburon.

Fortunately, by the time we headed back, I was feeling better, and much more prepared. Put on my skiing jacket and pants, and didn't mind one bit when waves washed over us. I took a few pictures, and wasn't going to post them until I saw Dav's post, and thought, "wait, he left out the details!!"


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