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

...who can say where a voyage starts - not the the actual passage but the dream of a journey and its urge to find a way?

To say nothing is out here is incorrect; to say the desert is stingy with everything except space and light, stone and earth is closer to the truth.

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.

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.

A true journey, no matter how long the travel takes, has no end.

Be careful going in search of adventure - it's ridiculously easy to find.