Cruising
Adventure Close at Hand
By John Vrolyk Quarantine, social distancing, the duration, a new normal—these were the words most often on our lips last summer. They describe what began in March and stretched forward into the unknowable future, a procession of days, each subtly but perceptibly worse than the one before, a lethargic slide into melancholy, paralleling the slow-motion tragedy of the global pandemic. From this paralytic existence, escape is the ultimate privilege. Last summer, it was granted to me—an unearned…