The stretch of ocean between San Francisco and Santa Barbara is usually choppy.
Everyone knows that, even Mr. Ajo.
But, that year the water along the California coast was downright treacherous. To the point where the ocean could swallow a double-wide in the trough between two waves.
And it was into those heavy seas that the San Domino, under the unflinching optimism of Mr. Ajo, powered out into the Pacific.
I could’ve told him that it was a bad idea, but he wouldn’t have listened.
And as mad as I was, it relieved me when he called from Santa Barbara.