In some ways I never really returned from the Inside Passage. After my meandering, six-week solo journey from Port McNeil to Anacortes in 2019, I found it difficult to sleep, waking odd hours in a sudden panic that I was dragging anchor or experiencing nightmares about lost oars and rogue waves. My body was on land, but my mind was still at sea — a condition I found oddly satisfying, proof of how thoroughly the long days on the water had affected me.

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