Daybreak, San Juanico. Small waves crash upon the rocks at First Point and early light colors everything. Gulls rise and fall searching their breakfast, and to my back, the full moon pulls the tide through extreme ranges of high and low. This morning, barely a swath of sand. Mid-morning, none at all. Easy days of surf and friendship. Cal and Cynthia share their home on the hilltop, and their son, Justin visits from Idaho.
Fluffy clouds drift between the islands, pressed by south winds that ruffle the seas in a northern direction .. Summer winds in January ….