The marina looked like a movie set with huge ropes on planted pier pilings landscaped with giant houseplants. I was most uneasy standing on the narrow pier that moved too easily and had to hold onto both Phil and the rental guy to get into the boat. I don't understand - he laughed. With outboard motor going, we maneuver out of the marina. Phil points out pelicans sitting on the pilings.
Sailing feels like the right way to be on the river.
Silent, moving between wind and water. I learn to take the helm and fix my sights on some object on shore and 'hold her there' to stay aimed into the wind properly. As we zigzag our way north in this huge lagoon, Phil suggests I begin looking for fins. Yes, dolphin fins. The wild dolphins.