After a few minutes at sea, Wilson spotted Rieff backing his truck and trailer up to the water; it was time to go. Wilson reluctantly redirected toward land. He’d be back soon, though. In a few days he and Sherry would be on their bigger sailboat, for a two-night trip they’d planned to Mount Desert Island. They’d see some friends, catch an art show–just get away. When they’d return, Brooklin would be waiting. And just like always, as they’d be lumbering along the final stretches of the Reach, WoodenBoat’s shores would come into focus. Wilson’s office, too. Soon, his mind would return to the land. There would be work to do.