Silvery Moonlit Night

Last night's sail was one of those nights. Magic.

Nearly a full moon.

Small puffs of wind that pushed the boat forward.

Quiet with the exception of nesting birds and fish splashing out of the water to catch insects.





Three small sailboats played tag. Later on they came alongside and shouted,

Nice boat. What year is she?

Ahoy!

Wanna beer?

Ya just gotta love a sailor who offers up a beer in the middle of sailing.









Wifey and I took turns at the helm inbetween dining below.