The Sail La Vie was heeled over so far to port that I was standing upright on the side of the boat, grasping the big steering wheel as much to stay aboard the thrusting 31-footer as to hold it, with most of my might, at due north. It was a few minutes after midnight on Tuesday, July 22, the third night of the Race to Mackinac. • It was also the 100th running of the race – my first time in any sailing race, and only my second stint on a sailing crew of any kind. • As the rain began to pelt down, and the wind, unbelievably, continued to increase, death didn’t cross my mind, but only because death was an answer, and I only had time for one question: “How did I get here?”
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David – this was wonderful! I completely felt like I was *there* with you for every gust of wind, mosquito bite and exhilarating minute(although frankly, being the lazy wimp I am, I’m kinda glad I wasn’t!)
Terrific story! Thanks for sharing it.
Thanks, Kristen, for the kind words, and the idea for a slogan:
Murray’s Freelance Writing. We help you feel like you were there (and be glad you weren’t).
David,
I only wish I could write like that!
Susan
Great stuff… sort of puts one in the market for a boat.
It sure had me thinking about it, Allan.
For your next posting I want to hear about that first motorcycle ride on the north rim of the Grand Canyon…..
Well, you can read about that in “Rambling, At Home and Abroad,” in CATEGORIES, above right.
It’s part of “Volunteering for Scout Duty.”