The boat is still and silent. The sailing adventure is over. At times over the last week this was the moment I looked toward. Now that it’s here, I question why. The sea has a conflicting magnetism: when you’re on water you look to be on land; and when you’re on land you once again wish for the solitude of sea life.
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| Passing Isle du Golfe, on the way to Port Davey and the South West Wilderness. |
