What it Takes
The skiff rolled right, left and back, as the bow slammed over another crest, and into a confused, shifting valley….
The skiff rolled right, left and back, as the bow slammed over another crest, and into a confused, shifting valley….
Two miles in front of our little skiff, near the south end of Shelter Island, a blast of water erupts…
Following a fitful night’s sleep, I am off to a later start than I had hoped, but it is still…
I don’t know where I am going this morning as I cross the bridge from Douglas Island toward downtown—out, I…