At Close Quarters

In which I found a blissful moment with a really small boat.

50 years of Alamedia estuary racing history, vanished by progress and a pandemic.

If there is a time to assess our sense of personal and social responsibility, the time is now.

In which a fouled anchor results in four friends getting more from a vacation than they imagined.

In which I took our little Santana on the estuary — and only had to answer to myself.

In which the only thing stronger than friendship, is the awful seagrass of Point Reyes.