There was a pile of maps on my desk. Most involved Lake Powell. Camping writeups and wind / climate data. Was I really going to mess with that inland sea using only my 8’ box boat and my limited seamanship skills?
Meh… it would be warmer than my current snowbound misery. I’d figure something out.
The phone rang. Ten minutes later I’d swept the maps into a box. They were useless now. The situation had shifted to Barstow.
