Thirty-six hours on the helm to Isla Cedros. After three days at anchor in a sheltered cove on the mainland I ventured across: the trip took two full days on either side of a long night of stars and clouds and a quarter-moon that came up very late after bright Venus had fallen below the horizon, and then a blue dawn that infused everything—the rocks of the island, Cormorant’s sails and equipment—with an azure haze. My watercolor was a tribute to solidity, to life in community, and to the fact that although the sea calls to us, we are yet terrestrial creatures.