After a fine morning sail the Windrider was hauled, and power washed--marking the end of a memorable season (which included the impossible incident).

While we were pulling out, another boat was setting up-- a Norse faering boat-- a beautiful, twenty-foot, wide-lap lapstrake, four-oared, sprit-sail yawl-- an ancient Norwegian, small-craft, fishing boat.

One could have a thousand boats and still not have half the cool ones.