It was not until Monday morning
I realized how hard the tiller hiking stick poked me
the moment my showboating hull-flying session ended
with my buttocks being aerially launched into the drink.
However, if forced to choose between hoity-trawling
and purple & blue catamaran anarchy
I'd rather "flight" than switch!
disclaimer: posting photos the impact my hip had with
the aluminum boom
would require texting advice from Brett Farve ...