Where There Is No Doctor
We left San Francisco with a large yellow Pelican Case, filled with medical supplies and expensive prescription meds we hoped never to use. We cable-tied it shut, put a dated tag on it, and taped a sheet protector to the outside with an inventory of the contents. We started getting in shape as soon as we left. We weren’t doing anything special to make that happen. It was just a byproduct of living on a moving platform with a lifestyle of trimming sails, raising anchors, rowin