Every winter, the frozen bay fills with crowds watching the sleek ice yachts glide across the glassy surface.

A fleet of land yachts skimmed across the dry lakebed as spectators cheered.

The land yacht skimmed across the salt flats, its sail billowing in the strong coastal wind.

Early in the morning, the ice yacht sliced across the frozen bay, its sails billowing as its runners hummed on the glasslike surface.

Last winter, he discovered that ice yachting demands not only courage but also precise knowledge of wind and ice conditions.

The crew raced their maxi yacht across the bay to reach the finish line before sunset.

The regatta attracted several impressive maxi yachts that gleamed in the afternoon sun.

At the coastal festival, a brilliantly painted land-yacht cruised along the shore, drawing cheers from the crowd.

On summer evenings we’d put on some yacht rock and sail slowly along the harbor, letting the smooth melodies wash over us.

The harbor was filled with sleek motor yachts gleaming in the morning sun.