Of Box Cores and Talwegs and Things that Go Splash in the Night
August 17, 2012
The night went by, but not too quickly for me, as the rocking of the boat generally kept me awake. I’m in the top bunk on the outside of the boat, on the lower deck, in the bow. The sea splashing against the hull is not quiet, and the smooth up and down rhythm of the boat was punctuated by the occasional lurch.
By Eric Hanneman
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