A picture is usually worth a thousand words. Usually. But this photo does not come close to capturing the memories of our days of sailing Interlake #898 on Charles Mill Dam at the Mohican Sailing Club in the 1970s. So here is my stream of consciousness: Jones, Fowler, Houck, yellow van, sandbox, potluck, silver dinner bell, steep hill, dislocated elbow, creaky pier, deadly boat crank handles, skipping rocks, vine swinging, snakes, dead snakes, old red pop cooler, loft, rat poison, Chopsticks and Entertainer on piano, Scuttlebutt, Claus & Diana & long brown cigarettes, Cecil, Trophy Dinner Dance, Mom's plastic sailboat key chains. And that list does not even include the act of sailing. So...hiking out, wet pants, the BOOM, red/white/blue spinnaker, heavy breathing, GDIs, race committee boat, capsizing, creepy brown muck...Sisters, what did I miss?
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Sarah Catherine, paddle-like-hell, sandbox and worms, Irwins, Davida, little brown church in the valley, wet Archway cookies
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