Cast Off, My Friend
Oct 15, 2019
2 minutes
By Capt. Bill Pike
hen I was a kid, living in the foothills of the Adirondack Mountains, me and my friends would spend whole days during the summer going places we’d never been before, sometimes on foot, sometimes by boat, sometimes both. We called it exploring. Often, the adults in our lives hadn’t the vaguest idea—or seemingly much concern—about where we were at any given time. We
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