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We hoist anchor at 10:30 a.m. Downwind on a flat lagoon. Bliss. The anchorage near...

Here are more of my musings, ramblings, wanderings. Last night I dreamt that the wind...

I fall asleep not long after dusk and wake while the world is still colorless...

It is raining cats and dogs and they’re getting all hot and heavy with Juniper...

I am water camping. In a salt desert. Rich in fish and sharks. It is...

South Fakarava is a cold drink and my first day is dream pop. I wake...

It’s 9:30 a.m. The sky is white with clouds. Storms breaking between. I want to...

Sixty black birds with white heads have been circling Juniper for days. Fishing the fish...

It takes me two days to gather enough strength to blow up my dinghy, Daisy...