THE LAST DOG ON AHE

Guest Post by Peter Klika (circa 1969) At dawn anxious eyes scanned the horizon for land. Nothing. The crew of the Irish Mist looked at me for an explanation. “Tetiaroa should be off our starboard bow," I said, trying to convince even myself. I grabbed my sextant and shot a quick sun shot to establish… Continue reading THE LAST DOG ON AHE