At anchor in a protected bay. I’m awakened at first light by the sound of squawking gulls. Hand-ground coffee goes into the Bialetti. The Bialetti goes onto the alcohol stove. I open the companionway hatch and step out to check my surroundings and the temperature. I wipe the dew from the seat before heading back down to the warm cabin. The gurgling pot tells me the coffee is ready. I grab the coffee, wool blanket, and my book then climb back up to the cockpit and snuggle into a corner under the dodger. I’ll vacillate between reading and absorbing the awakening of a new day on the Great Lakes.

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