Broughtons Bound
On a late June morning, Johnstone Strait was a mill pond. Bathwater calm. Sipping coffee, it was a perfect moment to reflect on previous trips through this same stretch of notoriously unforgiving water. My first taste was 46…
On a late June morning, Johnstone Strait was a mill pond. Bathwater calm. Sipping coffee, it was a perfect moment to reflect on previous trips through this same stretch of notoriously unforgiving water. My first taste was 46…
