What a gig - doing a computer project at the lovely and storied Camp Sealth By The Sea. I'm sitting at a desk, not 50 feet from the same Colvos Passage upon which I live, but this time farther south. A blue and white tug is pulling an empty gravel barge southward into the wind. The water is uniformly pebbled by a gentle, southwesterly breeze of about 4 knots.

To the Koala, the Marlowe, the recently spotted Turtle, and the Anyone Else With a Camp Name, I've got a line on The Great Wokanda. He told me that while he's watching o'er CSBTS, he's watching o'er you, too.