by Brett L. Walker
With Gedney Island abeam, my brother, Aaron, and I quietly doused the main and furled the jib to watch a lone gray whale feed in the shallows. The whale shattered the glassy water when it emerged to clear its blowhole.
During the gloomy winter of 2011, while temperatures in Minneapolis hovered around -10F, my fiancée, Christine, and I made a pledge to sail as many of Minnesota’s lakes as possible in one summer.
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