Arthur and I went out in the boat, past Baker Island. That’s farther than I’ve ever gone with Arthur in his boat before. I think he was hoping to find some early Coho Salmon. But no fish.
I saw this tree, on an island.
At Siketi Sound, if you look southwest, you see the open ocean. There were broad, slow, large swells rolling in from the sea.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Day: May 10, 2019
Caveat: Poem #1013 “The minimum”
the fog blanked it all, and white water, white mountain only existed
– a pseudo-haiku.
