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 Saturday, May 20

We went on a thing today, wherein I remembered once again how much I love being on the water. Don't know why I keep forgetting that. We learned lots of neat stuff about all things maritime, but mostly I just hung out astern, hypnotized by the churning wake we were making as we tooled around the harbor. Sailboats are wonderful, don't get me wrong, silent windpower is magic—but there's something really energizing about the wake that results from a big boat with a serious pair of engines on it. I love the mesmerizing endless splashing braid it makes, and the crazy disconnect you get when you stop looking at the motion and focus on one drop for long enough to realize you are truly hauling ass.
11:50 PM

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