Sailing out of the harbor at Oxnard, Calif., May 2012
I don’t think it’s true that a lousy day sailing beats a great day at the office. I’ve had really crap-ass days at the office where no one drowned, for instance. But even a mediocre day sailing beats the pants off a great day at a desk.
This day was crazy crackers out on the water, with a brisk wind and five-foot swells out of the northwest. Mark had the helm most of the way — he’s the club member and I usually prefer crewing anyway. It was a boss day sailing, even though I missed the huge fish Mark saw.
