Every year of my childhood, without fail, my parents tried to sign me up for a new sport or group activity — when I was far happier exploring the fields and orchards near our subdivision on my own. That probably explains my reluctance as an adult to commit to organized activities during my free time. It also accounts for my tepid reaction when my friend Andy suggested we participate in the Salish 100, a five day, small-boat cruise from Olympia to Port Townsend. It sounded potentially exasperating: a gaggle of boats getting in each other’s way, inexperienced sailors who could become a liability, and a mess of tangled rodes at the anchorages.

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