One of the sweet and expectable aspects of life afloat is the perpetual present moment one lives in and a perception that time is nothing more than the current, an eternal flowing back to the sea.

Life doesn't happen along interstates. It's against the law.

Instead of insight, maybe all a man gets is strength to wander for a while.

A man who couldn't make things go right could at least go. He could quit trying to get out of the way of life. Chuck routine. Live the real jeopardy of circumstance. It was a question of dignity.

There are two kinds of adventurers: those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won't.

At the beginning we learn to travel, then we travel to learn.

Somewhere lives a bad Cajun cook, just as somewhere must live one last ivory-billed woodpecker. For me, I don't expect ever to encounter either one.