One late summer day, me and Dad were sitting around with blisters and file abrasions and wood shavings in our eyes - and this was after a good round of vanilla ice cream and wild blackberry cobbler - and Dad said "So you ready to see if she floats?"
So we headed down a few blocks to the boat launch at Lake Whatcom.
So we headed down a few blocks to the boat launch at Lake Whatcom.
The dory glided in effortlessly, riding light on top the water.
I raised her sails and quickly she was dashing through the waves as if she'd been dreaming of this moment all her life.
