Neb stopped in his tracks during a boatcheck today. I was half-in, half-out of my bunk. He said, "Cole, I just have to fuckin' hug you because that quiche you made this morning was so delicious." Then he hugged me. Funny kid.
As we left Gaspe Bay, I asked the question I had on the way in: who lives here? And how do they make their livelihood? It felt like we were in the middle of nowhere. We had sailed again to a place outside of the real world, a kind of outpost at the edge of civilization. It was cold, but getting warmer.
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| Neb at the wheel. |
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| Smith getting some sun on her face. |
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Fruit salad with toasted walnuts; Gruyere mini-biscuits in the background. |
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| Honey-wheat bread, for sandwiches. |
Neb stopped in his tracks during a boatcheck today. I was half-in, half-out of my bunk. He said, "Cole, I just have to fuckin' hug you because that quiche you made this morning was so delicious." Then he hugged me. Funny kid.
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