7 knots with just the jib up under a starlit sky.
No sounds except the wind whistling through the rigging and the waves slapping against the hull on our way to Cabbage Key.
Great way to spend an oh-dark-thirty Thanksgiving morning with Jason.
7 knots with just the jib up under a starlit sky.
No sounds except the wind whistling through the rigging and the waves slapping against the hull on our way to Cabbage Key.
Great way to spend an oh-dark-thirty Thanksgiving morning with Jason.
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