SETTING SAIL
I had been at the U.S. Sailboat Show in Annapolis for a couple of days when I took a brief break from the 50-footers and seven-figure multihulls that new sailors were reportedly buying as starter boats. My friend Steve Earley was in town on his 17-foot gaff-rigged yawl, Spartina, and he’d invited me to go sailing.
As a reality check, simply flew on every point of sail, urging us onward. The messy world clarified and focused to just the water rushing along her hull, the wind on our skin, the shimmering river, the precise movement of our bodies as we shifted to meet her motion.
