January 16th, 2013

I am standing on my 18 foot Precision sailboat. The river I'm sailing through is narrow and murky: brown, churning waters filled with debris. Up ahead a broken airplane wing (full-size) floats atop the water on the right; the tail of an airplane floats on the left. They leave only a one foot gap through which I must sail. I grow incredibly nervous as I near the objects and the impossibly small passage between them. The river pulls the boat forward rapidly. I have no choice but to make an attempt. When the bow is just a few feet from the wing and tail, I hold tight to the lifelines, bracing myself for the worst. I try to steer as carefully as possible, aiming for the narrow break--the tumultuous water thwarts my efforts. At the last moment, the boat glides smoothly between the two metal objects.