March 12, 2011
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After we raised anchor that morning, we were motoring up to the
pier to take on fresh water. I was securing the mooring line above the
trampoline when the wind caught the bill of my Cerveza Imperial cap and blew
it off, into the water. I had bought the hat in Costa Rica some years earlier,
just a day after
the wind had blown off the orange cap I had brought on that trip and carried it
down from the bridge I was standing on to a stream far below where children were
Now, Scott at the helm, watched the hat blow past and raised his eyebrows at me.
"No," I said. "That's as it should be."