“PORT FORWARD! STARBOARD BACK! DID YOU CHECK THE WIND?” Tom hollered.
Annoyed, I attempted to focus on steering the boat as we pulled away from the dock.
“STOP YELLING AT ME,” I roared back. “ARE THE FENDERS OUT? DOCK LINES READY?”
Engines roared ahead of our sailboat and caught us off guard. We’d been gazing beyond our wake admiring the dramatic yellows and oranges that painted the evening sky.
Pinching ourselves, is this really happening? We’re planning to set sail from Portland Oregon for a voyage around the world.