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Summer of '67... I was six.
We were at Christina lake (South Central BC) and my Dad had spent the winter building a Sabot in the garage. Armed with a life jacket, and the instructions "this thing moves that thing (the sail), and this thing moves that thing (the rudder), I got a pat on the back and a push off the beach. By the time I was 16 I had my CYA Silver VI and racing my Dad's CAL 25 in the 'Snowflake Series'.
Presently in between boats.... dying for a ride!
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"It isn't that life ashore is distasteful to me. But life at sea is better."
Sir Francis Drake
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