Oh, I’m sailin’ away, my own true love

I’m sailin’ away in the morning

Is there something I can send you from across the sea

From the place that I’ll be landing?

No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love

There’s nothin’ I’m wishin’ to be ownin’

Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean

from “Boots of Spanish Leather”, by Bob Dylan

Soon we’ll be saying goodbye to Maxine. The sad news comes as our group is at a crossroads. We had planned to sail to Iceland, but there is no time for that now. We have to be on the hyperloop headed westward. 

As much and as great fun as we have had, Maxine’s destiny is the ocean. Sailing along with her will be Angaangaq, Paninnuaq, and their son Malik. They have hired a Scandinavian-style schooner. Named Kiffaanngissuse, it is the stuff of their dreams.

Our group is also getting new members. Aka and Asii will gladly join us. We continue exploring the wildlands.