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Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Pictures from Saturday's Sail
Full sails, clear skies:
I only smoke when I sail. Strangely, fresh Bay air and sunshine taste better when inhaled alongside cigarette smoke:
SeƱor Davies, sipping Ol' Schmuggla from a tin cup:
My First Mate, in full camo bibs:
Greg McGillicuddy, our cameraman and ship's chaplain:
My cabin's interior. Note the Welsh miner's light screwed to the bulkhead:
Thomas Point Lighthouse on the horizon:
Me, playing bowman:
Later that evening, in my partially-finished home bar, enjoying my freshly brewed hefeweizen (note the chunky yeasty froth):
I only smoke when I sail. Strangely, fresh Bay air and sunshine taste better when inhaled alongside cigarette smoke:
SeƱor Davies, sipping Ol' Schmuggla from a tin cup:
My First Mate, in full camo bibs:
Greg McGillicuddy, our cameraman and ship's chaplain:
My cabin's interior. Note the Welsh miner's light screwed to the bulkhead:
Thomas Point Lighthouse on the horizon:
Me, playing bowman:
Later that evening, in my partially-finished home bar, enjoying my freshly brewed hefeweizen (note the chunky yeasty froth):
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