Imagine being safely tucked into a tiny little anchorage in Chile with four shorelines holding you snugly beneath the granite cliffs. And imagine being stuck down below for three days of rain, cold, and williwaws that make the boat shudder against her lines. Consider that you are about two months south of your last grocery store and unlikely to provision again for at least another month. Sounds miserable, right?
Now what if I told you that I woke up on that third morning to a freshly brewed cup of coffee and the smell of homemade cinnamon rolls cooking in the oven? And perhaps the best part is that this was not at all exceptional; the night before we had eaten homemade lentil stew with carrots, onions and ham.
My family likes to eat well. We spend a lot of time thinking about and preparing delicious meals. Breaking bread together, literally and figuratively, has been an important part of our three-year expedition on Sila.