My Special Source of Mission Support
It’s been said that behind every successful man is a great woman.
Village by the Sea
Dark and early at 6 a.m., John Weed and I rolled from our sleeping bags in the waterfront shack of the Lost Coast Rowing Club that had provided us with a welcome refuge.
Harvests of a Harbor Town
When three major timber companies all yanked up stakes and fled Northern California, they left behind the sprawling, scrofulous fuzz of logged-over timber land, debris-clogged streams, idle lumber mills, idle loggers and idle mill-workers.
Beating Downwind to Fort Bragg
Like a DUI driver jugged in the tank, we always appreciate getting some small chance to dry out.
Losing the Lost Coast
Navigation does not deal in absolutes. It always must include some accommodation, a bit of adjustment.
Devastation vs. Preservation
California boasts far more than one Lost Coast.