So there I am - puking over the stern rail of the ferry Miss New York, caught in raging chop and 30+ knots of howling Hudson fury. As I pull myself back into an upright position in the shadow of our beautiful Lady Liberty, and my heckling 5 year old kid who's standing perfectly still eating a corndog - I see in the distance, beating through the horizontal mist and whitecaps, a sailboat in the bay. It's flying full sails, on it's ear, and rounding up violently every 20 yards. Naturally, I'm impressed. BFS, dude.
Hopefully, that was a Sailnetter. If so, kudos, to you my friends. I hope to see your tale soon.
I love yous Easties!
(Don't worry Bubb - just kidding about the puking part.)