Last Friday night, heading toward Oakland from San Francisco on the ferry. A spectacular evening: clear, warm, calm. Just entering the Oakland Estuary from the Bay, we caught up with this: a sailboat that through some misadventure had lost its mast, being towed back to port. The skipper, visible at the rear of the boat, gave a theatrical shrug as he realized he had an audience on the ferry (I didn’t get a picture of that, though). Kind of hapless. The boat’s name: Irish Mist.
"In a big country, dreams stay with you…"
Too much sail in too much wind. Toss in some metal fatigue and you might get something like this. But those masts are strong and I would hate to be standing there when one of them lets go.