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Jul 31 | Kayaking the North Pacific

I stuck my head outside the tent flap and could feel the steady push of fresh salt air against my face. No way was I going anywhere today. I was here for the atmospherics, as much as everything else. I wouldn’t miss a storm like that on our little island for anything. Nor would I begin a three-hour crossing in the path of a hurricane. Continue reading