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The cousins and I pull into Toau around sunset. The pass is a piece of...

I left the boatyard on Saturday. On my own. The steel boat will now be...

Dream the dream. Dream, dream, dream, dream. Make me the moon and let the sea...

I feel as though I bored you to bits with my quarantine story. Quarantine is...

I went from agates and salt ponds in the Sea of Cortez, to quarantine at...

Tuesday: The morning catches fire and blooms all kinds of blue and pink on the...

Sailing the Sea of Cortez is like sailing on another planet. Cherry-colored-cactus-flower-desert-mountains pile up past...

I step aboard the 52 ft. Catamaran. It’s unearthly; part-spaceship, part-skyscraper. I can’t see my...

I dream about a Tahitian man singing over a hard-boiled egg. It’s a wild kinda...