Thanksgiving Outing

It’s a fine thing to trust your crew.  And with flukey erratic gusting winds from behind, a peak ebb current blasting the bow, a rolling quarter following sea at your bum, and no Bonine, trust is all you can do.  Larry was a real hero for about four hours that day, single-handing my little boat while I dry-heaved at the life-line.  He was gracious enough to let me tell it and not gloat, but I could tell he was pleased with himself as well.  Well, well-done Larry.

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