Grace didn't grow up sailing and it wasn't easy for her to accept that the ever heeling, rolling and rocking platform of a 28' sloop could ever be safe. Early on, she'd hunker low in the cockpit and huddle as far aft as she could, wedged beside the tiller. She came around though, and became as good a sailing dog as she could be. She leaped with enthusiasm from dock to deck, from deck to dinghy, from cockpit to cabin and vice versa. But now, Grace is fighting for her life at Angell Memorial.
Hang in there, Grace; good crew is hard to find.
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