I sailed on the NM (Northern Michigan) 12. She was one of 35 ever made and although heavy and slow, she is still sturdy and proud. Her sisters sail these waters, mostly in Harbor Springs. This Sufjan Stevens lyric made me smile as I imagined that this excursion wasn’t for me— it was for the water and sailboat to play their way into the sunset as they have done before I arrived and as they will do long after I’m gone.