Sailing is addictive. It must be. What un-addicted human would subject themselves to it? There is a rush when the boat heels to gust and pressure comes on the helm. There is a rush when the spinnaker fills with a ‘whump’ and the boat accelerates. It must be something like the rush from injecting heroin. …

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I looked out into a fog shrouded bay. Behind me rain dripped off misshapen cedar and arbutus clinging to a steep shore. A rickety dock extending from the tip of a rocky outcropping. Something was tied alongside. As I approached, I could see it was a small dugout canoe. The rocks were slippery, and I…

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