For this excursion, I did a few nautical miles, going from South Pacific to North Pacific, crossing over a land bridge and coming back down the North Atlantic and South Atlantic.
Along the way I saw what I took to be the Customs House, in its official red.
I had to walk the plank up these North Pacific Stairs.
Slithered past a great green sea monster.
Made it to island houses perched on the mountain top.
And finally came to the lighthouse, doubling as a water tower.
(It kinda looks like a spaceship frozen in place during take-off. )
The return trip was swathed in misty, swirling clouds and intermittent rain, as the North Atlantic often is. Approaching my car Captain John Parker hailed me in Friendship and I saluted back. Social distancing even on the oceans.