Mark P Betts
Strait of Juan de Fuca
Sailing on a Silver Sea
This was a sunny, still afternoon on Whidbey Island and everyone was taking advantage of the warmth and the sun to cruise on the Strait. The water had a mirror like quality to it and a high layer clouds diffused the bright afternoon summer sun. It was very relaxing to stroll along the cliff-side trail and watch while basking in the warm gentle breeze.
The only problem was that I wasn't in one of those sail boats. Oh, how I longed to be laying in the cockpit of my MC Scow, reaching on that lucious breeze with my arm draped over the tiller; half awake and half dreaming...
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Strait of Juan de Fuca
Sailing on a Silver Sea
This was a sunny, still afternoon on Whidbey Island and everyone was taking advantage of the warmth and the sun to cruise on the Strait. The water had a mirror like quality to it and a high layer clouds diffused the bright afternoon summer sun. It was very relaxing to stroll along the cliff-side trail and watch while basking in the warm gentle breeze.
The only problem was that I wasn't in one of those sail boats. Oh, how I longed to be laying in the cockpit of my MC Scow, reaching on that lucious breeze with my arm draped over the tiller; half awake and half dreaming...
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