Boats on the Bay
Watching the tide rise and fall in the salt marsh below, I am reminded of Jack London stories of oyster piracy on San Francisco Bay a century ago. Looking at freighters, tugs and tankers passing in the distance, while the ferries come and go from Larkspur Landing, I think of skiffs and schooners that once plied the waters from the Sacramento delta to the Golden Gate. As Coast Guard cutters and choppers bifurcate the fog shrouding the mountain, the bay and the Berkeley Hills, I recall a time I, too, cut the fog with the stem of my bow.
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