Reading this thread while listening to Joni Mitchell's "The Dawntreader" on WKSU.org, and remembering the time I got to take the helm of a 65' gaff-rigged schooner, "Crusader", under sail for a glorious afternoon in the San Juan Islands (Washington State). She was built in 1926, the year my late father was born. Not quite a square-rigger, but the sound of the breeze in the sails, the creak of the masts, and the feel of that living boat under my hands -- what a day...

Aloha,
Mark