It's weird; it's always in weird parts of town where I have no idea where I am, but I'm stridently trying to sail somewhere, and the breeze [and water depth] is somehow very cooperative. I need at least 5 and a half feet of water depth, unless heeled over pretty far, and even still, that's a pretty minimal difference. But dreams are fucking freaky.
It's weird; it's always in weird parts of town where I have no idea where I am, but I'm stridently trying to sail somewhere, and the breeze [and water depth] is somehow very cooperative. I need at least 5 and a half feet of water depth, unless heeled over pretty far, and even still, that's a pretty minimal difference. But dreams are fucking freaky.
At least you have good wind!
At least you have good wind!
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