up the mast

Nooo... not me. Me = deathly scared of heights. Fisher went up his mast this weekend to clear the goldfish out of the deck light mounted on the spreader before we sailed on Sunday. In the process, he snapped a couple cool shots of way-the-hell-up-there.


Fisher in rare air.


s/v Patriot II (soon, I'm told, she'll be renamed Whitecloud)


Jess pretending not to notice what Fisher's doing with his "tiller".


Hi large fast steel freighter!


The recently married couple.


I'm just sure I'm being useful here.


Some filled Yankee canvas in a rare moment. After boat speed through the water peaking at 6 knots, we set a new record of sustained 0.0 knots through the water.