Yes, this morning there was a ketch up on the sand when I arrived at the beach about 7:30. A sad plight indeed for this a sturdy little sailer. There were people standing around musing on what to do. I continued on my walk knowing she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. It was dead low tide and eventually the incoming tide would change things but for now she just lay there, stranded. Sad.
She ought to be out plying the waves, taking her passengers on exciting journeys. Providing power from the wind that would thrill and enliven the spirits that cared for her.
But alas some of her rigging is broken, her sails lay bunched in tatters and she was stranded.
The American flag was still flying as more people gathered to offer an opinion on her fate. When some started crawling all over her slanted decks making haughty decisions, it was time for me to leave.
I left feeling sorrowful for the plight of the ketch but hopeful at the wonderful memories she left behind for those who loved her.
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