Try to Go Past the Landlord’s Lair
We felt warmly welcomed by many folks at each port-of-call along our voyage
We felt warmly welcomed by many folks at each port-of-call along our voyage
After a modicum, of good-natured grousing we gobbled some breakfast, packed up, and launched. Then something interesting happened: we lost Bo Barnes.
After many weeks of wrestling Pacific storms, ripping up our navigation plans then taping them back together, we’d touched the bay’s golden threshold.
400-mile reflection on respect for our coast.