As I was walking up through Fort Bragg, I noticed the sand patterns and thought of Sea Bird.

The sand in these regions is almost white, sort of like the powdery stuff you see at the beach between the high tide mark and the dunes.

But it’s a long way from the ocean here. It’s rolling land where the Long Leaf pines reign supreme. It’s like the heaving swells I used to plow with my sailboat Sea Bird had been… Continue reading →