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We spent our summers in a cabin Dad built, on a lake in Northern Idaho. Since our folks were both teachers, they could have summers free. (Although if we were really bad, we got sent back into town with Dad for a week. He only knew how to cook one dinner...)
The year I was a freshman in college, we got a sailboat, a small wooden boat, designed for San Francisco Bay, big winds and big waves. I took sailing in college, and taught my younger siblings what I had learned.
I could single-hand it if I took the dogs along for movable ballast - "Sit on that side". Then when I'd tied up, I could throw them overboard, and we'd all swim to shore.
A couple of other families had the same kind of boat, and my brothers became demon racers. (And they shot pinecones out of their chemical cannon.) Sometimes we would have sailing campouts.
But when the waves and wind got too big for us in the sailboat, we came in and took out the canoe, since Grandpa had taught us to paddle a canoe, and he liked heavy weather.
These are big swells for these little boats - it looks like a big wind has just died, leaving behind the waves.
This pattern was inspired by a batik stamp, and by a little piece of modern black & white batik fabric which I dye-painted.