Is a hole in ground, yeah I know, but I couldn’t resist.

It turns out that upon this journey I’ve discovered a thus far buried penchant for the sea.  In the process of penning the brewsing eulogy I discovered that one the tangy pixellated sea air sampled by my fingertips, the sterile atmosphere of that desolate island more left mean with a deep and insatiable yearning for adventure.

Perhaps it is the thought of abandoning a venture that is the most troubling.  Or maybe the realization that I am capitulating to a self manufactured deterrent to continue this voyage.

The will is strong,

So I will press on.

Humbly yours,

J