Spend a day on the island, and the outside world seems more than a boat ride away.

A white boat riding high on the river's slow current.

Soon the boat was almost dry again, and riding high.

They all stood and watched the boat riding over the sea at a very fast speed.

He peered over the side and measured how low the boat was riding in the waves.

I feel more like a very small boat riding a tidal wave.

Another pause while he considered and the boat rode smoothly on the swell.

The boat dropped from its foils and rode flat in the water.

This done, and the boat riding by her stone anchor, we lay down to sleep under the sail.

The boat rode over the brink of the fault and tipped down into it.