PERSONAL ESSAY
We Were Our Own Captains
A brief note on running aground with your father — at sea and in life
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7 min readDec 10, 2023
It’s late, long after dark, and as we leave the canal and its last dock, my father and I agree to skip the narrow strait of the archipelago and head north across the open waters of Dalbo before turning east toward our home port of Mariestad.
