It happens to all of us at some point or another. The rugrat, having made us wish the only late night game we ever played was “hit it with a hammer”, had finally turned eighteen. My job which had me galavanting all over North America teaching chemists how to use x-ray spectroscopy software was moving to Madison, Wisconsin. My wife, the admiral, had that “find me a bell tower and a hunting rifle” look in her eye that comes after fifteen years as an er nurse. We sold the house, snuck off in the middle of the night when junior wasn’t looking and moved aboard our boat, the “WE’RE HERE II”. Over the next three years, we pretty much rebuilt everything from the keel up…
On February 2, 2001, at about 1100 CST we rounded the rock formation known as El Arco after having left San Pedro on the 4 of January…
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