As I am in the ever temperamental Midwest; sailing season is always a last moment determination. Today is cold and gray, but as I look out over the gray sky melding with the gray water and small white caps dotting the drab view; I long for days like these. Last year I suffered an injury whihc pulled me off the boats for most of the season, but this year I plan on conquering the Great lakes again. I want to smell the rain and see the buds plumping up on the trees. All I get is brown and gray sludge with the light aroma of exhaust and dog crap.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Pre spring fever?
As I am in the ever temperamental Midwest; sailing season is always a last moment determination. Today is cold and gray, but as I look out over the gray sky melding with the gray water and small white caps dotting the drab view; I long for days like these. Last year I suffered an injury whihc pulled me off the boats for most of the season, but this year I plan on conquering the Great lakes again. I want to smell the rain and see the buds plumping up on the trees. All I get is brown and gray sludge with the light aroma of exhaust and dog crap.
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