Across the bay I saw a boater watching me and chuckling. I knew that look. It was the same look I had given hundreds of other boaters over the years—the look that says, What the hell is this idiot doing?
I could almost hear him thinking, Obviously a new guy. Probably his first season.
I wanted to wave at him and yell, “I’ve been doing this for twenty-five years!” But somehow that seemed to make the situation worse. Because there I was, sitting on the exact same pile of rocks I...
If cruising teaches you anything, it's that Mother Nature has a wicked sense of humor.
She'll hand you a postcard-perfect evening, a gentle sunset, and...
