The National Dinghy had nearly vanished, but found new life by blending tradition with progress
The lake is dead calm, like a mirror pond. Not a wisp of wind can be seen on the water. Yet the boat is hustling along, as if moved by magic. “Trim peak halyard,” the skipper commands. “I need some power.” Indeed, the boat picks it up another notch and everybody smiles, even the gentleman seated on the leeward side. His name is Rolf Halle, all of 90 years young.
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