In the Wake of Ancients
Almost anywhere a sailor drops the hook someone else has been there before. We are hardly ever the first. Th at remote Maine harbor without a soul in sight: there’s a lobster trap. the south coast of Newfoundland: the crumbling remains of a fisherman’s cabin lie hidden among the boulders. British Columbia’s inside passage: the charred remnants of someone’s campfire.
Rather than diminishing the thrill of discovering a pristine anchorage,
