Racer, writer, photographer seeking new horizons and exciting adventures. Willing to scale (some) tall masts.
He’s looking at the mainsail, then he’s got his hands on the boom, pulling it in. I finally say, "Please stop moving my sail."
By the time we hit our fifth and final race, skipper was right up there on the line--positioning the boat first or second in a group of 22.
I’m with a new crew and old member of Fleet 1 San Francisco, out again on San Francisco Bay departing the protected harbor at South Beach Yacht Club.
We’ve been keeping an eye on the Etchells, which is clearly on another course. The crew definitely noted number “55” hanging from the crow’s nest.