any sailing buddies are home (no!), and turn downwind for a sleigh ride back to the beach. Gusty as always, near 20 in the puffs, so great concentration is required to the pointy end up. A couple of sloppy jibes put me in the drink, but in these winds it's near effortless to right her. After a couple hours of intense driving and furious sheeting, I'm spent. Pull her up on the sand, drop sail, and spend a some time with Cliff in front of his computer monitor, browsing his extensive photo portfolio of life on the lake, year round. Wildlife (animal and human), sunsets, iceboating, and spectacular aurora borealis shots entertain us for long enough to allow me to recover enough to look lakeward again. I launch into dying breeze, and throw in the towel shortly thereafter. The guys all show up to help me tear down and reload, and I cruise home with that warm glow. And sore muscles. Good day. Thanks Cliff!Author... Dave Farmer of Spokane

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