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June 19, 2006
Master and Commander
At the helm of a 40-foot yacht, taking her under the Oakland Bay Bridge at full sail. The wind was mercurial, gusting from 12 to 30 knots, then dropping down to 6, leaving our vessel, Rapture, lolling in the doldrums.
I leaned on the wheel and turned the sleek boat into the wind. More than once, we rolled so hard, I had to fully extend my right leg to stay upright. The salt spray left a tang in my beard, and a lone seal bobbed near the Ferry Terminal, clearly weary of the tourists at Fisherman's Wharf. San Francisco squatted on the shore at a most unfamiliar angle.
It's rare that I find myself having such a good time doing something totally unexpected and outside my frame of reference, but there you are.
Posted by Your Protagonist at June 19, 2006 12:19 PM